Days of Decay

Chapter Seven

A gasp escaped her lips. "Kit!"

Her feet couldn't carry her fast enough. Every thought about how uncomfortable she was, flew out of her head. All she could think about was how she might find her best friend dead inside. She clutched at the grass to help pull her up towards the house quicker.

"Stop!" yelled Max from behind her. "It might be a trap!"

"Asha!" Finn cried out.

She didn't listen and she didn't care to listen. She needed to get in there and see if he was okay. She felt suspended in a horrible turmoil. She couldn't lose him. She cursed herself for not listening to him before. He was right, they should never have let the other group in. He was fucking right and now she might have lost him forever; all because of some remark about a cure.

But then again, the life they were living was something so mundane and fearful it was starting to get on her nerves. And after all, any promise of new life was something to strive for.

She stilled her mind for a moment, realizing she was losing control. There was no point in speculating and putting her body through emotional trauma when it hadn't happened yet. Checking the house was her priority and now her only thought; not her potentially dead best friend.

She practically fell through the open doorway and into the echoing hallway. Immediately she sensed the house was empty, but she persevered. She wasn't even aware if Max and Finn were behind her, all she cared about was finding her Kit.

Her legs carried her quickly as she stormed through the house before racing down the rickety wooden stairs to the basement. She almost tripped at the bottom step, but she steadied herself before running to the main room. It was silent as she ripped open the door. Her eyes scanned the room, everything was as it was, except for the fact that Kit, Daisy, Leo and Piper weren't there. What was left behind was the blood-soaked mattress. There was no way someone could lose that much blood and still be alive. Asha's hope for the others' safety was diminishing with each quiet second.

She stood for a moment gathering her thoughts. The storeroom, maybe they were hiding in there. She began her sprint down the corridor to the door of the storeroom, which was shut; unlike how she'd left it open before. She felt a smidgen of happiness at the thought of them stowing themselves away in the room. Even so, she still held her breath as she clicked open the door.

The room was in total darkness, but she could still see that it was empty, as in, everything had gone.

The food, the drink, the bedding, everything that they'd kept safe. It was all gone. Her heart dropped; all those excursions risking their lives for the sake of their survival were for nothing. Those Hunter bastards had taken everything. That was one of their many hunting ploys; taking everything Pures needed so that they would have to emerge from their hiding place, straight into their awaiting, translucent arms.

Anger bubbled in her stomach. She took in a deep breath, turning to stalk back through the house, but something in the back of the room caught her eye. She furrowed her eyebrows and tried to make her vision adjust to the darkness, but to no avail.

There was something there on the floor.

She stepped into the room, a stern frown on her face as she tried to decipher what it was.

She didn't have long to analyse it before a hard kick suddenly smacked itself into her stomach causing her to lurch backwards.

She held her stomach in shock and choked, but within a millisecond, a second smack came to the back of her head, forcing her to fall into the room face down on the concrete floor.