"Family is who you find, not who you share your blood with„
15 year old Rhylee "Ray" Fern Smith has had a tough life. With a haunting past she takes a step into an even worse future. Hopelessly lost in the apocalypse, she searches for her two most l...
"Did you run away? Did you run away, I don't need to know If you ran away, if you ran away, come back home Just come home„
Where's my love - SYML
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CHAPTER 1
A certain peace falls over me every time I hear the leaves crunch under my boots. It's like the sound of music for city ears. My heart beats to its tunes and my mind floats in a faraway land. The fresh smell of forest, dirt, and grass fills my nose like the promise of dinner when starving.
I've always felt at peace in the forest, so much that I would call it my second home. When things got rough back home I'd travel the familiar woods, calming down and hunting for food while I was at it. I think that's why I've survived the apocalypse as long as I have. Tracking and hunting has always been my strong suit, ever since I was taught by the very best. I was, of course, no master at first, but I learned fast and soon it was one of the only things I knew how to do right.
When the familiar rustle of an animal in the undergrowth catches my attention, I immediately stop my advancement. I raise my bow, slowly, as I pull out an arrow. My eyes finally catches movement as a squirrel darts up a nearby tree. I waste no time before letting my arrow fly, and I celebrate silently as I watch it pin the squirrel to the tree trunk. It seems like I've got food for at least another couple days, I think happily as I tie the animal next to the others. They dangle from my hips as I continue my trip. I've got to admit, the taste of squirrel is bland and not at all tempting when that's all I've eaten in days, but it's what I can get so I won't start complaining either.
At the sound of a streaming river, I speed up. Water is something I'll never get enough of, so I make a point by getting as much as I possibly can. As I fill my empty bottles I watch as the sunlight begins to disappear behind the horizon. Only a little light makes it through the leaves of the trees, leaving the woods in an eerie calm. Don't get me wrong, I've never been scared of the dark, but not being able to see in a world where dead people wants to eat you is, well, what can I say? Not ideal. At all.
As soon as my bottles are filled to the brim I make my way back. There is no longer any sound of calm bird chirping. Though it makes me nervous, I don't speed up. I keep my tempo and let my eyes dart warily around me. I ain't about to let one of those fuckers sneak up on me. When I go out, and I know I will someday, I'll go out with a bang. A big fucking bang.
I'm almost back to my shack when I hear the sound of low growling. I'm almost surprised it took them so long to find me. I prepare my bow and wait as a figure comes stumbling towards me. With little light I can't make out much of its features, but I bet it used to be a man. It's tall, with a big beer belly on top. Yet again my arrow flies, and I watch silently as it pierces the Bastards eye. The Bastard falls with a loud thump. I stay still, stare at the unmoving silhouette of what used to be a living, breathing man. I don't feel for it. I find that I really do not give a shit.
