And Yet We Will Survive

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She could hear the pounding of feet behind her, but Annabelle didn't dare look back. It would only slow her down. Right now, she needed to run.

Only, she'd already been running for so long, and they hadn't yet to give up the chase. Her lungs burned with the effort, and there was a stitch in her side that begged her to stop, to breathe.

More than needing to run, Annabelle needed a place to hide. Clutching her side with one hand, it felt warm and wet. "Shit," she hissed out, ducking down another street. She must have nicked herself when she jumped the fence. As if things couldn't get any worse.

Two seconds after she had that thought, distracted by the side stitch and wondering how deep the gash in her side was, she wasn't paying attention to where she was going and stumbled over some construction cones. "Ow, fuck. Dammit." She hopped on one foot and then spotted her salvation. Before she could second guess her plan, Annabelle scrambled down the utility hole and into the sewers. They wouldn't think to look for her here. It was dank, damp, and smelled awful. Intent on getting a head start, she hurried down one of the many tunnels, taking random turns. When she couldn't move another inch, the blonde sagged against a mildew covered wall and tried to remember how to breathe normally. As the fugitive glanced around, she realized she didn't know which way she'd come from, but there weren't any sounds of feet chasing after her. She was safe for now.
 
Well. This was a strange development. He had come to this part of the sewers to check on the construction progress to see how long until they finished with this area, plus sometimes tasty things fell down into the sewers from the gaping hole, and now there was a female leaning on a wall not ten feet from his nose. He lay perfectly still, glad he'd heard her coming and had chosen to lay down before she arrived. He watched her, his golden eyes open only the barest of slits. Why should such a creature be here? In his domain? Only sewer keepers came down here, or construction workers and the occasional lost pet. Not females gasping for breath in the fetid air and reeking of fear. The few times the regular populace did come here, they were often in groups and up to no good. He scared those away, but what should he do now?

He lay still. His breathing rasped in the silence. Laying flat, his black scales blended with the rest of the darkness. The only light came from the slanted, defused lines of the tiny sewer grates. He was nothing more than a four-foot high mound of black in the darkness, and his head sat even lower. Hot air from his nostrils stirred the girl's clothing, giving rise to the tantalizing scent of blood. She was hurt. Unintentionally, his claw shifted, scraping against the steel.
 
When her breathing had evened out enough, Annabelle lifted her hand to look at how much blood was there. It was only slightly covered. She was injured, but it was probably not fatal. At least not yet.

She was in the process of lifting her shirt up to examine the wound, mindful of the sticky walls when she heard a sharp sound. Straightening immediately, Annabelle glanced around. She didn't see anyone or anything. It was likely just rats, but the hairs on the back of her neck were standing straight up. "Who's there?"
 
He snorted, the wind ruffling her clothing. Who's there? That's what they always said in every tv program and every story right before something jumped out at them or possibly ate them. Truly, humans were uncreative. He raised his head slowly, his eyes opening wider. The faint light caught the golden gleam of his eye and winked dully off his scales as he stared down at the small human. He could not exactly tower as these tunnels were only about 6 feet high, but he could definitely loom with his bulk.

His lips parted, revealing white teeth as he growled, a low, ominous rumble. Out! OUT! He wanted no trouble, he would not hurt her if he could avoid it, but he couldn't let anyone stay down here and truly discover him! Scaring one lonely female surely would not raise too much suspicion. They would say she saw a large rat or inhaled too many fumes and brush it off.
 
Her eyes scanned the darkness, and then she saw it. The gleam of teeth, the shine of an eyeball. There was something looming in the darkness for certain.

Annabelle was afraid, and she knew that she should run but after all the running she'd done on the surface, she didn't have it in her anymore. Slumping against the wall on her good side, she tried to limp away instead. If something were really going to attack her, well it wouldn't take much effort at this point. "Fuck it," she muttered.
 
He hesitated. She wouldn't go away! He needed her to go away! What should he do? He didn't have enough room to turn around. He needed to do something harsher.

Suddenly, he lunged forward, roaring and snapping. His fangs barely missed the girl's body as he drove himself forward. He ran right over her, bowling her over under his body, just missing stomping on her with harsh claws. He ran on, leaving her on the floor as he disappeared into the darkness once more, his tail flicking.
 
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