Fantasy Romance
Slinking along the walls, Eve crept out to the front room despite herself.
Here, standing on her front lawn was a man that looked like he’d stepped out of Final Fantasy.
Long white hair. Pointed ears. Strange clothing.
Now she knew she’d lost it.
“Protect me from what?”
“The walkers come, Eve. They killed your parents. Your sister. They did not kill you because they did not know of you. Now they do.”
“How did they not know about me? I was in the same car!”
“Because you were born in this world, not ours. They were not looking for you.”
This guy was crazy.
But so was Eve. Because she could hear him.
Walkers? It sounded like something out of a zombie movie.
“Eve,” the voice said again. “Come to your window. I will reveal myself to you. Show you I speak true.”
Or set me up to shoot me, Eve thought.
“I am not going to shoot you.”
How the hell did he know what she was thinking?
“Because I was sent to protect you.”
“Eve,” a male voice called out to her. “I know you are in there, and we don’t have much time.”
Eve squeezed her eyes shut.
“Go away,” she silently pleaded.
“I can’t go away, Eve, I was sent to rescue you before the walkers come, and the storm will soon end.”
Even shook her head. What the f-
The lights flickered and dimmed.
Eve pressed a hand to her mouth to keep from screaming.
This was like something out of a horror movie, and she hated horror movies.
How did she avoid being the dumb protagonist that walked into the dark basement with only a candle?
As she huddled in the closet, fire poker in hand, Eve wondered if anyone would miss her if she died in her parents’ cabin.
She hadn’t let anyone close since their and her sister’s death.
It’s why Brandon had left her.
Why every other relationship she’d ever had failed.
She didn’t want to lose them, too.