The Ice Prince

Chappy 3

"Finn! Finn, look! A shack!" Bonnie was calling to me.

I immediately got wary. I did not want to have another run in with zombies or some other mutated human. "Maybe we shouldn't..."

"We should just take a peek. See if there's... you know, any food?" Bonnie pleaded.

I realized she was probably starving. I could go for some food myself.

I sighed. "Alright, let's take a look."

The two of us stepped towards the shack. We edged along the walls toward the window. I gestured for her to stay put while I looked in. It had a simple interior, with a table and two chairs, a bed in the corner, and a fridge. Right what I was looking for. I would be hurrying inside if it weren't for what I saw on the bed and on the wall. On the bed was what looked like a human shape. Someone was lying in that bed. On the wall there were long scrapes, like huge claw marks. I turned to Bonnie.

"There's someone in there," I whispered. "On the bed."

"But they have food, right?" Bonnie asked.

"I saw a fridge, but I don't know..."

"What should we do? Should we knock?"

"I don't know if that'd be safe... We don't know what this person would do," I responded.

"Well who knows when we'll get another opportunity for food?" Bonnie pointed out.

"Hold on. I have an idea. Go to those bushes and hide. Don't come out until I say you can," I pointed at said bushes.

"Okay..." she scurried on over and disappeared behind them.

I moved towards the door and pounded on it with my bionic arm. It made a loud, scratching noise. That had to wake the person up. I ran and hid around the corner, waiting. I was planning on getting this person out the door to see how they reacted. I wanted to see if they were a normal person or a mutated beast. After a few minutes, there was no answer. I tried again. A few more minutes passed and still nothing. I banged even harder and when I did, the door swung open. My eyes widened and I hid around the corner, breathing deeply and silently, waiting for someone to come out yelling. No one ever did. I crept towards the door and peeked in. I could make out the human figure lying on the bed, still, unmoving. I stepped inside, slowly, slowly approaching the figure. I looked at their face and gasped. Their mouth was open in a silent scream. The eyes were wide open. They were glazed over and had a far away, empty look. Blood soaked the blanket and had dripped onto the floor. It was dry by now, though.

This person was dead.

I backed away and fled outside to the bush Bonnie was sitting behind.

"Finn? What? What's happening?" Bonnie took my hand in hers. I noticed a lot of twigs and leaves stuck in her hair, but didn't pay much attention to it.

I pulled her to her feet and gave her a grim look. "The person I saw in there? Dead."

She gasped. I could tell she was deeply disturbed. "By what? How did he die?"

"I don't know... There was a lot of blood though..."

"That's terrible," she put a hand on her head, trying to register it all.

"I say we look in the fridge and take what we need, then book it on outta here," I suggested.

She only nodded and allowed me to lead her over to the shed. As we went inside, I noted, "This guy must have been a hermit. Livin' alone out here."

I could see Bonnie purposely not looking in the direction of the bed. "Yeah, probably," she agreed quietly.

I opened the fridge. It was full of tubs of food. We hit the jackpot.