We were all running. The world had been overcome with these beings. These things were not human, they were blood sucking monsters. They could look like anything, anyone, and that's how they would trick you. They would make themselves look like your mother, sister, brother, best friend, someone you thought you could trust. They would lure you away and then strike. They only had one weakness, rock salt. Sprinkle a small amount on them and they would burn up,But that was the worst part because they would take the faces of your most loved and scream for mercy in your person's voice.
I had gone out to get some salt from the store although i knew it was hopeless, all the salt anywhere was gone. I was nearing my house when I heard screams coming from inside, my mothers screams. I ran into the house only to find her pale lifeless corpse on the floor. There was no blood left. I heard footsteps behind me and in my mothers sweet toned voice I heard, “little darling it doesn't hurt, don't worry.” Without looking I bolted out the door, I couldn't see my beautiful mothers face in that monster. It has been about a week now and I am still running. I had stopped only a few times to scavenge what I could from the lifeless bodies on the street. Sometimes they carried food, water, and only once had I found what I needed, salt. After I had been armed with the most vital weapon, I started to slow down. I found a small shack by the coast and settled down. I lived there for a few weeks until I heard a knock on my door and a small child's voice crying on my porch. I needed to open the door, help this little girl. I opened it a crack and saw her carrying the body of what must have been her baby brother, he was pale and cold but the girl would not let go. I knew that determination, it was the same one I had, I needed to let her in. I told her she could stay with me, but I had to use some of my precious rock salt on her. She agreed and let me sprinkle some on her blood stained dress, as I remembered that the monsters sucked all the blood of their victims was the second that she said, “its sea salt you know, its sea salt that hurts us.”