The Scars Of My Past

In a world ravaged by a horrifying vampire apocalypse, Bailey, scarred both physically and emotionally, grapples with a cruel inner voice and the constant threat of monstrous predators. Her latest mission to secure medicine for her makeshift family turns into a desperate fight for survival when their compound is overrun. Can she outrun the creatures, silence the demons within, and find a reason to keep fighting in a world that constantly pushes her to give up?

The Scars Of My Past

In a world ravaged by a horrifying vampire apocalypse, Bailey, scarred both physically and emotionally, grapples with a cruel inner voice and the constant threat of monstrous predators. Her latest mission to secure medicine for her makeshift family turns into a desperate fight for survival when their compound is overrun. Can she outrun the creatures, silence the demons within, and find a reason to keep fighting in a world that constantly pushes her to give up?

The early morning sun, a deceptive herald of light, did little to warm the chilling dread in Bailey's chest. Her canvas-clad feet pounded a frantic rhythm against the abandoned dirt road, each stride an act of desperation. The faint scent of decay clung to the air, a constant reminder of the world's ruin.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, a deafening sound in the eerie silence of the city's husk. "You're not going to make it," a voice, chillingly familiar, hissed inside her head. "The fever will kill them all because you weren't quick enough. That's why they abandoned you, isn't it?"

Her fingers instinctively went to the scar that etched a jagged line across her forehead, ending just below her right eye. A phantom ache blossomed, mirroring the torment her mind inflicted. "Come on, Bailey," she whispered, her own voice barely audible, "just get the medicine."