Night 1

I can only imagine how cool I looked after walking out of that building covered in blood! All of their faces changed in an instant. Some when from worried to relieved and others went from sad to happy. I saved everybody. And myself. I'm a hero.

"HEY I TOLD YOU TO STAY OUT OF THERE!"

Well damn.

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" WHATS YOUR NAME MISS?" The officer shouted.

"Phoenix Gale, sir." I mumbled. there was more than enough noise for the both of us, all from his shouting. Sometimes people need to learn to be quieter in general.

"WELL, MS.GALE, ORDERS ARE ORDERS. PERSONAL TIME FOR YOU IS NOW LIMITED TO 15 MIN. NOW GET INSIDE THE OTHER HOTEL AND GET TO SLEEP, ALL OF YOU! EARLY MORNING TOMORROW! MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!"

Damn. Oh well, never got much time to myself anyways. We all grabbed our bags and belongings, those with less baggage carried the injured people. We walked ourselves to the other building. Not many people were hurt, thankfully, but medical attention was going to be needed for a few.

I looked at the people around me to survey the wounds they suffered. Two people looked like they had second degree burns, one had a cut on the side of their face that was definitely going to leave a scar, and three had twisted or sprang ankles. I knew how to treat the burns and hurt ankles, but the cut was going to need stitches.

Once we got to the hotel I gathered all the injured, 6 in total, and treated them. Some I cleaned the wounds the gave them burn ointment, a coat of honey from the kitchen then a cold compress, and for the others I set their ankles and made a splint.

Then finally I got to the cut. I took a wet washcloth and whipped it down, then after a warning I poured some alcohol over the wound so it would get cleaned out. The young lady with the cut didn't flinch but she did start crying. Once it was cleaned out I was able to see the cut better.

It was about a millimeter deep and 10 centimeters long, spanning temple to chin. It looked severe in general, but there was something else about it that gave me the creeps. I can deal with wounds, but this one smelled like rotten flesh.

It could have just been from the monsters themselves but I don't smell it on me. That mean's it's something in the cut itself. I took a closer look, pulling apart the sides of the wounds to get a better look.

I could see something in the cut, something besides the dirt and shards of what I assume is monster claws. Whenever I moved one of the shards or rock pieces something shiny would ooze and fill the place i opened. It wasn't red, like blood should be.

That's when I figured out what it was I saw. She wasn't going to have a scar, she was going to die.