Post by casie on Feb 18, 2014 5:16:25 GMT -5
For the first time in her life, Casie was afraid. She'd probably been running for hours already, her shoes were as good as trash and her feet hurt, and there was a monster hot on her tail. Her almost-friend Allan, who was apparently a goat, too, was busy distracting it. Also, there was this camp she was supposed to go to, because she was, judging by Allan's words, a demigod. It was all too much. She couldn't really determine how Greek mythology had become real, or how her track team's coach had suddenly turned into whatever was chasing them now, or how Allan was a goat-boy ( she ignored him calling himself a satyr). Even though Casie wasn't what you would call brainy, everyone would have a hard time processing all that information.
What Casie could do was run, because somehow stones and sticks did no damage to the monster's skin, and she had tried everything else to fight it off. Allan appeared a fast runner, as well, now that he'd lost the shoes, so he'd probably catch on. He'd even told her before not to turn back and leave him behind if she has to. Casie could already see the small cabins of that camp, so she picked up the pace, as much the weight of the school bag on her back allowed her. As soon as she'd get there she would finally get rid of the luggage Allan had somehow put in her bag, get a real weapon, such as the ones Goat-boy had but refused to give her, and fight that monster until it died. That was, if she could walk straight - she could barely keep her eyes open. Arranging everything in her head would have to wait for later. She neared the entrance and, tired and not feeling her legs, Casie screamed on top of her lungs," Somebody, help us!"
What Casie could do was run, because somehow stones and sticks did no damage to the monster's skin, and she had tried everything else to fight it off. Allan appeared a fast runner, as well, now that he'd lost the shoes, so he'd probably catch on. He'd even told her before not to turn back and leave him behind if she has to. Casie could already see the small cabins of that camp, so she picked up the pace, as much the weight of the school bag on her back allowed her. As soon as she'd get there she would finally get rid of the luggage Allan had somehow put in her bag, get a real weapon, such as the ones Goat-boy had but refused to give her, and fight that monster until it died. That was, if she could walk straight - she could barely keep her eyes open. Arranging everything in her head would have to wait for later. She neared the entrance and, tired and not feeling her legs, Casie screamed on top of her lungs," Somebody, help us!"
