Ava And Ivy

23 (Weird Creature)

*Ivy POV*

I was still driving back to Ava, the fresh zombie staying on my mind when a muffled 'thump' could be heard. My eyes circulated around my view of the street, and I slowed down slightly, but not enough for the few zombies chasing the loud car to catch up.

I reluctantly opened the car window and kept both of my hands on the steering wheel, while I stuck my head out the window, my hair flying around my face making it hard to concentrate on the road. I looked around once more, but to my dismay, and relief, I found nothing out of the ordinary.

My eyebrows rose and I rolled my eyes.

Though as I was about to forget about the mysterious sound, I heard it again, louder this time. It's disturbing to me. The way the thump sounded, the way it landed in my ears. Like punching the ground, footsteps nearly. I pulled up my window and sighed loudly to myself.

Then I laughed at my way of thinking, and of looking at things. It was peculiar, but I think although it's supposed to make my survival rate average, rather than up and down high, or low, it's really just a ride or die way of life.

"Seems it is time to explore," I breathed under my nose with a smile, my eyes dead of light, like most of the time.

I turned the car to the place the sound is coming from and drive nearer. But I turned around quickly when I got a glimpse of the thing that made the sound.

I shook in fear, not sure how to process that, so instead I just cry-whispered "Please don't see me, please don't." and blinked hard a couple of times, my heart pounding hard against my chest.

What I had seen was the definition of unexpected and I definitely do NOT like the definition. Well, for starters maybe; it was:
Tall
Big
Strong

And very likely
Bloodthirsty

No way I was going to take the chance that it's friendly. Haha! No way in hell.

I just couldn't. As soon as I arrived at the familiar safe base that belonged to Ava, I burst into tears. I was that terrified. Scared. Unsure.

Now that Ava was weakening, and lacking in strength because of the physical hurt as well as the traumatic experiences happening one after the other, I was kind of left with the weird role of faking excessive strength. Of keeping it together, as otherwise both of us would fall. I took a few deep breaths and tried to compose myself. When I was calm once more I went up to the treehouse and knocked on the hard, wooden door. Suddenly I was hit with a brief reminder of other time I did this, and the result of what I had found inside.

Ava opened the door this time so I should not have worried.