Eyes Of A Raven

Chapter 1

The silence shattered with the flutter of wings. Seeds were tossed from the feeders hand. While the other ravens fed, one perched on her glove.

Wheezing rasps could be heard distantly. Another to add to the pile of victims.

Which reminded her she had somewhere to go.

She tread down the overgrown streets. They once rumbled with cars, now they crawled with vines. It seemed as though the vines were a virus in itself. Corrupting everything and claiming it as their own.

There was no murmur of crowds or footsteps to be heard other than her own. The flutter of wings replaced the sounds of cars and the soft chorus of conversation.

Not that she ever knew what that sounded like in the first place.

There was more bodies then they could bury. She would rather not join them.

A few blocks up was the hospital. Abandoned for who knows how long, but the ingredients for the vaccine were still listed there on the walls, the papers pinned by past survivors for others to have the precious list. And thankfully, several million syringes were still left over from when they were first manufactured.

Because of the declining human population there was enough to go around for now, for those who were desperate enough to go out and find them.

She walked the cracked pavement with ease. The silhouette of the hospital appeared as she grew closer. She climbed the stair steps, hearing the broken glass from the door crunch under her boots.

She pushed the doors open. Shards of glass littered the floor. The entrance had medical kits stacked up for easy access. Clean, white bandages were tossed about the floor. It somehow still smelled of antiseptic, with the metallic tang of blood in the air.

Boxes were tucked away with vaccine syringes stored in them. There was much more of them there yesterday. Some of the other survivors must have restocked recently. She snatched one up, making quick use of it then tossing it away.

Her faithful raven seemed to have been looking for her, he dove in onto her shoulder with a caw. His black wings beating the wind, as well as her black hair.

"Patience, Nightshade, I'm leaving soon." She growled, playfully batting her birds head. He jerked his beak in the air, seeming agitated about something. Her gaze trailed to the window, looking for any suspicious activity.

She made her way out the door and studied her surroundings.

Nightshade launched off her shoulder with a screech but stayed to circle her head. She knew Nightshade was more accustomed to sensing danger and she usually trusted his instincts. And so, she retreated to her hideout, wary as usual.

As Nightshade became more panicked her pace quickened. Eventually breaking into a run, she approaches her shelter and swings the door shut once Nightshade dives inside.

Four eyes peer from the undergrowth. It was an eerie sight that was just made worse when the eyes moved in perfect sync with each other. When the creature stepped, both pairs went down. When it leaped over the fallen tree hiding it, both pairs went up.

It revealed itself.

It was a horrific sight, really, two heads fused together at the temples, four ice blue eyes with no other thoughts but killing behind them. She knew the viruses victims were horrifically mutated, but this wolf was the worst she's seen in a while.

She grabbed the handle fastened to her.

A quiet click, a smooth pull, the resting of a handle on her hand and her crossbow was drawn.

Eyes peering through the target sight. The red dot landed on the wolf.

The trigger squeezed.

The crack of the bow echoed on the broken skyscrapers.

She blinked. The wolves ghastly double jaws whipped open in a shriek. There was her arrow, skewered through the monsters shoulder.

It scrambled, faltering under its useless leg, and ran.

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