Until the world falls apart - Fear The Walking Dead

XV- The Blade of Resentment

A few days after my rather pleasant exchange with Troy, nothing had changed. He still didn't look at me, nor did he speak to me, and I reciprocated the same. It was simpler that way; anyway, I didn't see what more we could say to each other.

I had gone to bed, trying to fall asleep without success. I spent my time tossing and turning in bed, unable to find sleep. My thoughts endlessly spun in my head, fueling my anxiety. The tension was palpable, and the need to release this nervous energy pushed me to get up. The pale moonlight filtered through the shutters, faintly illuminating my room.

Dressing quickly, I left the family home quietly. The night air was cool, but it wasn't enough to calm the frantic beats of my heart. I decided to walk around the ranch to soothe my troubled mind. Stars twinkled in the night sky, offering a soft light that illuminated the path ahead. As I walked along the ranch fences, a strange glow caught my attention. At first, I thought it was just the starlight reflecting on something, but soon, I realized that fires were lit all around the ranch. The flames danced eerily, casting menacing shadows on the ground. A shiver of apprehension ran down my spine. I hid behind cover, trying to understand what was happening. That's when I heard muffled murmurs, malicious whispers carried by the night wind. Adrenaline surged through my veins as I realized that enemies were setting up an ambush.

Caught off guard, I tried to sneak back to the house to warn my family. However, I stumbled on a dead branch, cracking the ground under my feet. My heart was now pounding, and I froze as I heard footsteps approaching. A dark silhouette emerged from the darkness, revealing an armed enemy ready to act. I felt trapped, my breath caught in my throat. The enemy's eyes fixed on me with determination. The tension in the air was palpable, the silence of the night amplifying the imminent danger. It was a moment of confrontation, and I had to decide quickly: fight or flee. My body trembled, but a spark of resolution shone in my eyes.

My mind worked at the speed of light, evaluating the options before me. The enemy's silhouette drew closer, revealing an imminent threat. My heart pounded in my chest, but I refused to be paralyzed by fear.

Without further thought, I darted out of my hiding spot, seeking an escape through the ranch's darkness. Shadows danced around me as I ran, but the sound of my footsteps echoed like a call to the attention of the enemies. The lit fires seemed to intensify, illuminating the path for my pursuers. Time was running out, and it became clear that fleeing was not a viable option. I had to find a way to reach my family and warn them of the impending danger. My only chance was to navigate around the enemies without being spotted. Slipping skillfully through the ranch buildings, I made my way, trying to remain invisible. Every creak, every breath of wind seemed to reveal my position, but I continued to move forward with determination. The ranch had become a dangerous maze, and every corner could hide a new threat.

Suddenly, a whispering voice alerted me. I heard footsteps behind me, confirming my fears: the enemy was on my tail. Accelerating my pace, I rushed towards the family home, hoping to find refuge and assistance. I was taken by surprise. I felt trapped, my breath caught in my throat. The enemy's eyes fixed on me with determination. The tension in the air was palpable, the silence of the night amplifying the imminent danger.

It was a moment of confrontation, and I had to decide quickly: fight or flee. My body trembled, but a spark of resolution shone in my eyes. The confrontation was inevitable. Thus, in the dark sprinkled with flames, without hesitation, I decided to fight. My survival instinct took over, and I engaged in a quick action, skillfully dodging my opponent's attacks. The night became the silent stage of a fierce confrontation, where every move counted. I had managed to disarm him by delivering a well-placed kick to his hands; the weapon flew several meters away, but as if my attack had amused him, he pulled out a knife that seemed way too sharp.