EPISODE ONE "shoot me again, best pray i'm dead" SEASON 4 DAY 458
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GREY KINGSTON
for as long as i can remember, when the days started getting slower, quieter, i've been on my own. walking, driving, not stopping until i physically can't keep up anymore. every time i close my eyes i see blood.
blood from the dead, blood from the living. i see my mom's face, the last time i saw her, yelling for me to go and not look back.
i've been alone since. anytime i haven't been alone, i've killed the other presence in the room until i'm alone again.
it's the same thing with each house. look for supplies, anything that's edible, clean water, or clothes without bloodstains. but all the while, keep as quiet as a mouse.
i'm standing behind the door of a bathroom, not moving a single muscle. i strain my ears, listening to the noises coming from downstairs.
either someone or something is in here with me.
they're quiet though, no moaning or the sound of anything being bumped into.
that leads me to my conclusion that they're alive. running into people is worse than running into the dead. the dead are easy to kill. stab them in the head and you're off like nothing ever happened.
come face to face with a person, and you don't know what they'll do to you or what they want from you.
my hand hovers above the doorknob, heart racing so fast i can hear it in my ears. i feel a wave of heat rush over my body as i go through each possible outcome of what could come next if i open this door.
i turn it slowly, holding it taught so it won't make a noise. in my other hand is my knife, a large chef knife. i open the door a crack and peer out. i don't see anything.
i barely step outside of the doorframe as i keep my ears open for any noises.
the slightest sound of a twang goes whipping through the air and then my thigh burns in pain.
i yelp, grabbing my leg and falling straight to the floor.
"hold it right there." a scruffy looking guy appears from around the corner, walking slowly with his crossbow aimed directly at me.
"what're you doin' in here? any others with ya?" he asks, his knees bent and tip-toeing closer to me.
"no, it's just me." i grunt, pulling the arrow out of my thigh. my face is scrunched in pain and i quickly hold pressure to the wound. blood immediately starts to spill out, soaking my jeans and dribbling to the floor.
"you got any weapons on you?" he asks. i motion with my head to my knife that's now laying on the floor feet away from me.
