1. Whore of the Horde - Anastasia


    Date: 10/14/2015, Categories: Supernatural, Author: Jasmine_x, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    darkness stretched on forever and all I could think about was my family. My parents had always told me to stay away from these woods. An ancient folk’s tale described it as a malevolent and devilish place that should remain undisturbed. As a kid, it truly made me stay away to avoid the horrific torture it bestowed on anyone but as an adult, I saw it for what it really was, a forest that was easy to get lost in. Minutes turned to hours as I sat there in the tent. The storm showed no signs of slowing and the blotches of blood in the snow were covered by a fresh layer of whiteness. Owls were hooting in the distance adding an element of creepiness to the scene but I had nothing to worry about, nobody was here. It then crossed my mind about the tent. Whose tent was it? Where were they? What happens if they come back? I then heard the sounds of footsteps crunching against the snow outside. They were coming from each direction and as I looked through the opening, I saw shadows begin to emerge from behind the trees. I started to scream as they approached me, groaning as they did. Within seconds, the tent was completely surrounded by these creatures and my heart was pounding with fright. The groans were almost deafening as they all stood outside the tent, as if they were toying with me. Just as it seemed like they couldn’t get to me, the sides of the tent were ripped open, allowing the cold wind to rush through. I was violently pulled from the tent by multiple hands and brought into ...
    the snowstorm. As I stood there scared to death, I looked around at the horde of people surrounding me. Their bloodstained clothes made them look like psychopathic killers and their teeth were sharper than razors as their lower jaws drooped. Unlike the images of violence I had seen on the TV, these infected were allowing me to stand there, unharmed. Just as I completed my circle, a man approached me. His chequered shirt was torn, revealing a muscular torso with a bite mark on his chest. I couldn’t help but reach my hand out to touch the wound. His body was cold and his blood was no longer flowing. It was as if he was dead rather than suffering from a disease. I then looked at the others; they all seemed to be the same. No blood was flowing from their wounds and their skin was a lot paler than normal. “Can you hear me?” I asked the man stood in front of me. He turned his head and growled loudly as I watched on in concern. The growl echoed around the trees and more shadows began to emerge, making the throng larger. Four more men joined me in the centre of the group. Unlike the first man, these seemed to be authority figures. Two of them police officers and the other two were firemen. Strangely enough, one of the firemen and one of the police officers were topless making it easier to distinguish between the two. The topless fire fighter was around five foot ten and extremely muscular where as the fully clothed one was a few inches taller and of equal build. On the other hand, the ...
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