“Athanasia, was barely aware what was happening to her,” Mr. Jarsdel said.
“Does the story ends there?” Stan sounded disappointed. “How can it just end?”
Mr. Jarsdel smiles, “the story doesn’t end there. Athanasia, watched her world change.”
“How is that possible?” Stand was irritated. “How can you possibly know what happened next?”
“Athanasia, was exceptional,” Mr. Jarsdel said. “She awoke in a casual loop, repeating a different life, but it ended always the same, dying a the hands of these killers…”
“Wasn’t she able to keep herself alive?” Stan said. “Couldn’t she prevent her death.”
“Her life was brief and repeatedly cut short,” Mr. Jarsdel said. “She remembered not one life from the other, she was unaware of anything, but her death… The second time she died she was confined in a hospital room with two of the killers…”
Two females nurses glanced down at Athanasia as she awoke from a deep sleep. They were whispering to each other and bared their long, jagged white fangs. Their eyes glowed strangely with dark large pupils encircled in a barely visible yellow/reddish iris. Their eyes resembled an eclipse. These were the killers that had run rampant among the streets of Argos. They were called Wendigos, malevolent beings, craving human flesh and Argos was the perfect place to find plenty of it. They fit in among the population as they resembled that of a human, but there were slight differences that didn’t make them human. Their eyes, their teeth and their long, black finger nails set them apart, by the time the people of Argos too notice it was too late.
They were able to fool the people in Argos, and once they infested themselves in the population the Wendigos had overturn Argos, making it their home. They made it the city of the future. A place where humans were slowly extinguished and Wendigos had taken over.
Athanasia, had once walked the streets of Argos without being afraid. She had a vision of walking up the streets of Argos, surrounded by familiar faces she can’t seem to remember. One of the girls, a brunette turns around smiling and giggling among the other group of girls. They seem to say something that she can’t quite make out. They slowly vanish from the streets and their laughs echo in the air, leaving her alone. Athanasia, awakes from that vision, opening her eyes to the two female nurses baring their teeth at her.
“She’s awakening,” the blond nurse says.
Athanasia screams as they attack her with their claw and teeth. She feels her flesh being ripped apart as they suck on her blood and eat her flesh. She dies again.