Blackout

Çhåptër Ônê: The Silver

I look down at my ratty clothes, disgusted. Remembering the days before the Dark, this, as always, brings up thoughts of Ethan. I waved my hand trough the air sighing and dismissing the thought as I climbed from my perch. I always feel safer in trees even though the Crazed can fly. I haven't slept on the ground since..... Ethan. I shook my head and readjusted my quiver, shifting my bow to my other hand and risking a glance at my silver wall. Over the years I've collected little pieces of silver to trade for food when hunting was scarce but now I use it as more of a mirror. The person I see looking back at me looks like a stranger compared to the city girl I'm still used to. I run my hand through my hair straightening it out of the tree head look, and then I shifted my shoulders. Sighing I walked away from my tree nocking an arrow as I moved through the forest looking for some game.

I walked slowly away keeping my eyes peeled as well as I could in the ever constant twilight of the day. I saw something shift slightly out of the corner of my eye and shifted the point of my arrow over it. I take a deep breath, my eyes zeroed in on my prey, I gently release the bow string and the animal doesn't even have time to scream, but it's farther away than I thought and while I rush over to it I can already see I'm too late. I stop dead in my tracks and watch, disgusted, while a young Crazed carries away my arrow and my kill. Shaking my head I walk off in search of some more game, but under my breath I mutter "This is going to be a long day."

When I finally trudge back to my tree, my game back is less than half full and I'm short two more arrows. I almost don't notice it. The difference is so minute that if I hadn't been living there for about five weeks I wouldn't have noticed it, but I had, and I did. At the center of my silver wall I see that one of the spoons is missing and another is turned sideways. Immediately alert my arrow is nocked before you could say the word flower, and my eyes scan the surrounding forest. Feeling unsettled after a while I cut my game into strips and set them out to dehydrate, Though the whole time my eyes never completely leave the forest and my bow stays strung.

When the strips are almost done I've finished packing my meager belongings and I swing the small black and silver back pack onto my back and forge out. But no matter what I do I can't lose the feeling I'm being followed.

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Authors note: Hey guys! hope you like it so far. I'm sorry it took me so long and its so short. But I've been busy. Vote and Comment please to let me know what you think : )