Gauntlet Run

Dust kicked up with every step I took, coating my brown leather boots with a tan substance to fine to be sand. As sun light came down in waves I put my long blond hair up trying to stop it from sticking to my skin. Looking out at the endless waste I saw ruined carved into the side of a sandstone hill. This had to be where that thing was hiding.

I wasn't sure what it was, I just remember it's sharp claws covered in my families blood. Smooth green skin, deep gold eyes, and vicious teeth. It was seared into my brain- an unwanted memory I could never forget. I started walking forward trying to focus on my rage instead of my over whelming sadness. One hand clenched around my sawed off shotgun, my other around the handle of my machete.

This bitch messed with the wrong women....