Evelyn POV
I had just come off shift. My sleazebag boss swiped my tips once again. Walking through the cold streets, I shivered. Something was off. The streets were too quiet, and a feeling of unease settled over me. Ignoring the feeling, I keep walking, the cold snow sinking into my flats making my toes go numb. I have worked at the same cafe for two years now. It doesn’t pay much, but with the economy the way it is, I should just be grateful I have a job. Work was scarce these days. Finding a job was hard when half the city was in ruins.
It never used to be like this, When I was a child, this city flourished. In fact, most had never heard his name before. But everyone had heard the rumours of the dark one. The man, or should I say monster, that destroyed the world. No one stood a chance against him. The human government tried for years, banding together, trying to rid the world of his evil. He slaughtered not just towns but countries, burning cities of families and people to the ground along with his two mates. Rumour has it he was trying to find something that he wasn’t even sure existed.
Walking between two abandoned buildings, I could see the alleyway that leaders to the caravan park. One more block and I would be home to my trusty tin can home. It wasn’t much, but it was mine. I was quite proud of what I had accomplished, never knowing a proper home. My parents gave me up when I was born, don’t even know their names. Apparently I was dropped off in front of a church only a few days old. The nuns took me in, and I bounced from one foster home to another until I eventually aged out the system, leaving me homeless and living on park benches. Just me and my plastic bag full of clothes.
I was walking the streets trying to find somewhere safe to sleep when I stumbled upon the cafe, a sign in the window looking for staff. It must have been in the right place at the right time because I walked in and asked about the job and the owner tossed me an apron and told me to start straight away as they were overrun with the lunch break. I have worked there ever since.
As I reached the corner of the building, I went to turn up the alleyway when I see a man leaning against the side of the building. The smell of his smoke hanging from his lips wafted to me. He moved off the wall he was leaning on, and I quickly turned up the alleyway. I could hear his footsteps coming up behind me before I felt myself be tugged backwards. I let out a scream as I felt his gloved hand go over my mouth.
“No, now pretty be a good girl and stay quiet.” I nod my head thinking he was going to rob me. Reaching into my handbag, I feel around pulling my wallet out. It had little in it, but he could have it. I waved it in front of his face, and he knocked it out of my hand his next words made my blood run colder than the snow sinking into my shoes.
“I don’t want your money I want something else,” he whispered, his whiskey filled breath wafting over my face. I struggled against him, realising he has more sinister intentions than just robbing me. He threw me to the ground, and I let out the loudest scream I could muster, praying someone anyone would hear me before he slapped my face. My head whipped to the side as his palm connected with my face, making my vision blur for a second. He starts ripping my black slacks down, and I fight, kicking and hitting and scratching anything I can. He yanks my hair when I dig my fingers into his eyes before slamming my head into the pavement. The force makes my teeth rattle, but I continue to thrash as he continues trying to undress me.
The cold snow making my muscles ache as it seeps into my clothes.
When suddenly his weight is gone. I stare, shocked for a second after he completely vanished on top me. I start yanking my pants up my legs when I heard grunting and a gross sound of flesh on flesh. Looking toward the alleyway I see a man, or maybe that the wrong word for him. I didn’t think I would meet a bigger monster than the man that just tried raping me, but I didn’t know what else you would call him. He literally was ripping the man to pieces. I have to hold my stomach as I feel it lurch when I see one of his arms fly off and hit the snow. Blood coated the ground as the man pummeled his face until it was unrecognizable, the snow turning red. I clench my eyes shut, not being able to handle what I was witnessing.
It was like something out of a horror movie. I was shaking like a leaf, my teeth chattering from the cold as I sat frozen with fear. Fight or flight was kicking in, and here I was paralysed by my own fear. Scared I was next, I kept my eyes closed, waiting for death.
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