Look for the Light (Joel Miller fanfic)

Stay With Me

                                                                                        Joel's POV

Your heart pounded in your chest as Shimmer raced against the clock. Her hooves stomping into the ground as the wind picked up and the sky became darker. Snow started falling more briskly from the sky. Snowflakes were starting to cover your hair as it blew back in the wind. You had to hurry. You didn't know what you'd find when you got to Silver Lake. Time was running out.

You had gone miles through the endless trees. Shimmer was running swiftly the entire way, knowing something was wrong. You looked to the right of you as you were passing a big, glistening lake in the near distance. Mountains with deep green trees covered the tops of them. You went a little further and suddenly you saw a lodge of some kind. It was a two story, grand building. It looked like it was a resort back before the virus spread. That's where she was. You could feel it the moment you set eyes on the lodge. She's here.

"Whoa, girl." You pulled on the reins, stopping her where she was. You jumped off the side and landed in the powdered snow. You tied her to a tree and grabbed your rifle up, making sure your knife and Aly's pistol were still resting in the pockets of your jeans. "I'll be right back," you called to Shimmer as you started treading lightly towards the massive lodge.

You pulled your jacket tighter around you as the bitter air blew right through your layers. You came upon two double doors as the entryway stood ahead of you. It towered over you as ominous vibes were coming off of it. You pulled the knife out of your pocket, holding it in a stance where you could take down your enemies using stealth. A gun shot might draw too much noise and attention your way, and you needed to do this the smart way.

Behind the front doors might be bombarded with men, so you walked towards the side of the lodge, looking for a side entrance that might be safer to get through. The snow crunched underneath your boots as you crouched and walked discreetly, trying not to make excessive noise. Big, cascading windows covered the length of the building. You cautiously peeped through the windows, but you couldn't see anyone around. Where the fuck was everyone?

You walked a few more feet and stopped in your tracks, ducking behind a stone pillar. There was a man standing in front of the side door that led into the lodge. He had a handgun that was sticking out the side of his pocket. He was bulky and had a dark slicked back ponytail hairstyle. He kind of looked like one of those bouncers that stood outside a club with his thick leather jacket and grunge look. You'd take him down easily, but first he'd have to give you the one piece of information you were here for. Aly.

You fisted the knife handle in your hand, ready to carve into the man that stood in your way. You waited till the right time where he wouldn't see you coming. He turned the opposite way of you, pacing the ground and keeping watch over the door. Silently you crept up behind him and placed the sharp edge up against his neck, grabbing him by the collar.

"Where is she?" you growled into his ear.

"She's in the basement! Go through these doors, follow the long hallway down and turn right. There's a door down to the basement," he said with fear in his voice.

You shoved the knife tighter against his throat, just barely cutting into the skin as a trail of blood appeared on his neck. "Where's David?" you demanded as you pulled the collar tighter.

"He's...he's out with the other men hunting. They'll be back in about an hour or so," he said sheepishly with the whites of his eyes showing nervously.

You felt him reach for his gun with his left hand, almost grabbing it out of his pocket. "I don't think so," you said angrily as you sliced the knife cleanly across his neck before he could act with the gun. Blood splashed across the white snow, making the cold substance crimson as the sun was close to setting. His body fell, causing a loud thump as he went down. He reached up to grab his throat, trying to save himself from death but it was too late.