The Saints Have Fallen: Chapter 12

Ana

“Help me! Help me!” the feeble man cried out to me achingly.

The fear in my throat formed a swelling lump causing me unable to speak.

“What is that thing?” one of the creatures snarled while twisting its head closer to me. I could smell a rancid scent protruding from its breath.

“It’s a human.” The taller of the captured men voiced as he looked at me curiously. His eyes were a subtle red to match and contrast with the red streak of hair amongst his dark black hair. He took a sudd...