Apocalypse

Chapter 15

Happy new year!
This will be the first thing I've written this year so it should be good!
Hope you all have a great 2016!
Let's get on with this chapter!

I tread carefully through the forest, trying not to make any sound although the crisp autumn leaves crunch at every step, after a while I give up trying to be quiet.
I step over a huge log laying on the ground, as I step over my left foot catches on one of the twigs sticking out of the side and I trip on to the cold mud, a pain shoots up my wrist and it makes a snapping noise as it hits the ground, Sh*t, It's probably broken and I haven't even got any berries yet.
I sit on the log and tend to my broken wrist, wrapping ripped up pieces of my thin black top for protection.

Suddenly, the log caves in leaving me stuck with only one healthy hand to get myself out, I push up with my leg, and grab onto a nearby tree for balance and heave myself upwards; once I'm upright I can see what's inside this log.
I kneel down, my jeans sinking into the mud, leaning on my left elbow, I remove the broken bark from the hollow log to reveal a small pouch of food, I pocket it, further into the log, wedged into the wood is a medium sized black, metal crossbow! Maybe this day isn't so unlucky after all but, who hides a crossbow in a log?
I inspect the shiny black metal and find a small inscription,
Matthew Hydaman
My uncle.
My uncle Matthew had died during a genetic experiment 10 years ago, we had been so close, he was like the father i never had, he was my mothers brother and he used to hunt with my father before he died, not that I knew my father.
My mother must've left this for me, knowing I would be here.
I will cherish it.

When I get back to the bunker, I give Dan the pouch of food, my mouth starts to water when I find that it contains 2 rashers of bacon and some dehydrated food for journeys, I start to fry the bacon over the crackling fire and the day almost seems like a camping trip, a camping trip that will never end most likely.