Uncooked Flesh

1

August 4th, 2016

Flynn. Flynn Walker. The true definition of a lone wolf. A strand of his scruffy, black hair drops into the middle of his forehead; his cheeks naturally sucked in, showing his strong jawilne. His green eyes sparkle of the sunlight, while his tan and lean body starts to flinch as he gets up from his short rest. His toned arms spin around counter-clockwise. Flynn gets his backpack that he was using as his pillow and opens it. He folds his blanket up and stuffs it into his backpack. He picks up his AKS-74u from his foot and his .45 Magnum Revolver and puts the revolver in his pocket and holds his AKS-74u with both of his hands and with a firm grip.

 As Flynn walks around of what's left of Springsville Town, he replays the last couple of days in his mind: him killing zombies, finding loot, eating, sleeping, waking up, finding loot, eating, killing zombies, sleeping, waking up, and so on and so forth. He feels like he's stuck in a never-ending loop, like nothing good will ever happen in his life and like his life has no purpose. Flynn comes across this barren and empty building. He decides to step into it. Flynn cautiously opens the door and walks in.

He slowly closes the door behind his back. He looks to his left and sees a kitchen. Flynn runs into the room and starts checking cupboards. He finds some canned tuna and canned sausages. He starts to open the fridge and he sees two 1.5 litre bottles of Fanta Fruit Twist and a can of Coca-Cola. He puts his AKS-74u on the dining table and takes off his backpack from his back. He stuffs all of the loot he's found into his backpack and zips it up rapidly. He picks up his AKS-74u, puts his backpack on his back and proceeds to walk out of the kitchen. Flynn then walks up to the second floor of the house. He walks up the creaking wooden stairs and walks into the room on his left. It's a bathroom. He looks into the room on his right. He opens the door, walks in and closes it swiftly. It looks like it's a girl's bedroom with the bed still nicely made like it was made today. Flynn looks around the room. He then notices a picture on the drawer on the left side of the bed. He picks it up and sees a photo of a young girl with her mum and dad. He turns the picture around and sees some writing. It says,

"Sophia's 6th birthday. August 9th, 2004."

He folds up the picture and puts it in his pocket. Flynn looks in all of the drawers and sees nothing. Flynn hears the front door open and close. He hears a woman's voice say,

"And this is my house!"

"Looks nice," a man says.

"I know, right? Anyway, do you wanna check out my room?"

Three seconds after she asks that question, Flynn hears footsteps coming up the stairs. He has to think fast. Flynn looks at the window. He runs to it and pushes it open. He looks outside of the window. It looks a bit dangerous for him to jump out of it. Flynn hears the doorknob open, so he has to do it. Flynn jumps out of the window with his backpack still on his back. His gun falls out of his hands mid-air and drops to the floor. He lands on his feet, but drops as his weight crumbles down on his feet. He quickly picks up his AKS-74u and runs as far away from the house as possible.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hey guys, it's Nero here and thank you for reading the first chapter of my short horror book, Uncooked Flesh. I've been working on this for quite a while, hence why I haven't been updating any of my other stories, but now I can write both stories. The next chapter of this book will hopefully be out on Wednesday or Thursday. Anyway, I'll see you guys later. Bye!

-Nero's Realm