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Liv

I stood shocked as I stood face to face with the man I last remembered being slaughtered right before my eyes. I shook my head in disbelief as I tried to ponder on how it was possible for him to be standing right in front of me when my last memory of him was his death and him begging me to run…

“Liv?” I heard his voice call me but it sounded distant. It was as if he was much far away from me. “Liv!” I heard him exclaim but this time his voice sounded as if he was panicking. Then everything went dark, I last heard his panicked voice call after me as I lost consciousness.

Three years ago……

I dragged myself weakly trying to run away from the heavy foot steps that were quickly following after me with intense determination… I could hear growling sounds and heavy breaths growing closer by the second.