Snippet #941333

Light slowly returned to Mai's vision, making her wonder. Was it possible? Was she really still alive? More feeling and sight returned to her, and she realized that the clothes she had been wearing, her old school uniform, was completely soaked through. That's what happens when you lay out in the streets, she supposed. She forced herself up onto wobbly legs, knowing that just laying there was most likely a death sentence. It was rather incredible to still be alive, in her opinion. Most people's first encounter with a demon also turned into their last. In fact, she didn't know why she was still alive at all. It made no sense that a demon would attack her then leave her in one piece. Someone must have saved her, for some reason, or the demon had decided that there were much larger fish in the ocean. After all, Mai might have been fifteen, but her body was still like a little kid's. Probably not enough for most demons unless they were starved. Still, there was no reason to chance fate. She kept moving.

Where was she headed? That was as good a question as any. She didn't even know where she wanted to go yet, so she was just letting her feet take her where they would. That place, as it turned out, was the police station, somewhere she knew well, or at least had before the outbreak. She knew many of the police officers from the time she had disappeared of the face of the Earth, or so it had seemed. She didn't remember anything from the three month block she had gone missing, but there had been a huge search for her, apparently. Even the FBI had been called in to help, something she was sure was not standard practice on a simple missing persons case. Not that she was complaining; it had been the FBI who had found her, inside of a shipping crate down at the docks. Whatever had happened, no one knew, but theories of a slave ring or a serial kidnapper popped up now and again. Mai had been in and out of the police station so often that she knew it like her own house. The investigation had been ongoing, and was looking bright, until the demons had first struck the unsuspecting city. When that happened, all other cases were dropped, and understandably so. After all, how could you still work on petty crimes when there were maneaters running about?