So far it’s working to remove the majority of it and it looks much better, thank you so much!

Alright I’m gonna try this, my brother does art and has some high quality erasers so I’ll try using those. Thanks whether it works or not

https://www.reddit.com/user/Icefrisbee/comments/111msjs/pictures/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

Pictures of markings(her names blurred out)

As I closed the last door I started to pray. The specimens have escaped. Dozens of them are out there. There was no way for me to escape, there was too many of them, and the Government has probably already quarantined the facility.

I sat against the door, thinking of my inevitable death. My wife. My children. My family and friends. I would be leaving all of them behind. I thought I should at least leave a note for them. As I took out my notebook and pen to write, I was interrupted by the screams of the people around me.

Then I heard them banging on my doors. I panicked and dropped my pen. As I looked around I saw a gun sitting on a table with bullets. I’d never killed a living creature outside of something like a fly, and I hadn’t used a gun before either. As I hesitated the creature clawed it’s way through the door, and as it’s hand reach through the steel door I panicked and began rushing to the gun. As I grabbed it the creature got through the door and I turned around to shoot it.

As soon as I saw it I fired. My ears began ringing but I couldn’t worry about that now. The creatures had to have heard the gun fire. As they began rushing in to the room I stared at the door.

One came into the room

Then 2

Then 3

Then all of a sudden I was standing over dozens of the otherworldly creatures. It felt like it happened in a instant, but my clock told me it has been over an hour. As my racing heart began to slow I realized I was standing in a pool of blood.

I gagged as I dropped my pistol. I’d killed so many creatures. I could even smell the iron from the blood. Even if it was to protect my life, I felt like I’d done something wrong. I stood there contemplating what I’d done yelling came from another room. This time it wasn’t of terror or pain but commands. The military was finally here.

“HELLO, ARE THERE ANY SURVIVORS?”

“Yes” I wisped with all my effort

I don’t know how long it took them to enter my room, but I was overjoyed when they did. The clicks of their shoes had meant safety to me.

“Are you okay” he asked me

“Yes I-“ I passed out of exhaustion in that moment

The next thing I remember I woke up in the hospital with my daughter siting next to me, consumed by her phone.

“Hey sweetie” I said somberly

“Dad?”

“Yes?” I made a half crooked smile. As she turned to me I realized her face had been puffy-red, like she been crying while I was asleep.

“Thank god!” She cheered as she reached out to hug me

If it’s mobile it’s typically return not enter

If you want to please criticize my writing. I’ve only recently started and am trying to improve.

I train and nurture strong humans, give them a grand power to train, I breed them in camps to make them as strong as possible, but still most can’t even beat the weakest of hellhounds.

Of course there have been some great warriors, maybe one in 100 are able to survive escape my armies and survive on their own. I send weaker warriors to fight them. That kills most but the strongest grow even greater in power. 1 in 1000 of those make their way to me. Only a handful of those have remotely been a challenge for me to kill.

But all that I ever wish for is one of those warriors to succeed in their quest to kill me. I’ve done so many unspeakable things, caused an innumerable amount of death, tortured so many souls, crushed so many dreams. I can’t let it phase me or my status could fall apart, but I’ve lived an awful life.

And here I am again. Another “chosen” warrior confronting me.

“I will kill you if you try this” I couldn’t be bothered at this point in my life to initiate the fight. It was too regular of an occurrence.

“Why do you do this to people? Torture and hurt them? You gain nothing from it!” He said that as he lunged towards me. I held out my hand to block him, and, to my surprise, he actually pushed me backwards.

As he pelted me with attacks, I began to fight back. After all I had to in order to truly die. I expected him to die after a few hits, but the fight continued. It kept lasting longer and longer, and by the end I was on the ground crying. The man was on the ground from exhaustion and his injuries, and I was dying.

“Thank you” I said.

“What?” The stranger responded

“Thank you. For killing me.” I said

“You… wanted me to kill you?” He said with a rasp in his voice

“I’ve lived for millennia, you’ve lived for a mere few decades. Death is a blessing after all I’ve been through” I said solemnly

“Why didn’t you just end it yourself? You could’ve gotten what you wanted and not killed so many people, my family, nearly the whole human race!”

“That’s unimportant. Before I die I have one thing I have to tell you. I will bestow you with my powers of the gods. You must protect the land and lead humanity to prosperity.”