#kida threads

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Kida was being hunted. This wasn’t the first time it had happened, but as every human still living free knew, the more times you were hunted, the better chances were that you were going to get caught. The demons that had taken over the world were prideful creatures, and the more any human managed to avoid them, the more the demons wanted to hunt them down. And of course, the longer one managed to avoid them, the more pain you’d end up in when they finally caught up to you. But so far, after all her missions to find food or needed supplies, Kida had always managed to stay free, her small form enabling her to fit through the most unlikely escape routes, and sheer willpower driving her legs forwards long after she’d lost most of her pursuers in the maze like level of tunnels under the city that she called home.  This time however, she was screwed, and the blonde knew it. On her latest adrenaline filled escape, one demon had made a lucky grab, and sent the pile of boxes she was using to climb a fence with tumbling. She’d made it over the fence, but only barely, and there was now a gash down her leg that was slowly bleeding. So now the blonde was crouched in what had once been a supply closet, long ago abandoned, desperately trying to staunch the flow of blood with her shirt. If she left a blood trail there was no escaping, and even while she desperately checked to see if it had stemmed the blood yet, she could faintly hear the sounds of demons on the hunt.  Pressing the cotton shirt back against the injury, she swore softly, before the sudden sound of footsteps came from just outside her hiding spot, making her head whip up in alarm, fear lancing through her. // @thcblackrosc