As the sun creeped over the snow covered hills. I slowly dragged my unwilling soul out of the midnight blue covers and on to the bone cold pine wood floor.
I walked into the kitchen with my ankles stiff as rock and my eyes squinting to the other end of the haul. As the fridge opens with a screech I find the sent of an unwanted atom. I search the fridge and see some runny velvet jam that had spilt in the very back of the fridge.
I clean out the awful smell just in time for the golden door bell to ring the song of hell.
I run to the door and grab my old rusted gun and held the handle slowly turning it and held the gun ready to shoot. The door bell started ringing again and again. I opened the door and saw my friend that was shivering and his hart beating like a hammer. I pull him in and slam the metal door behind us I sit him down and see various cuts and scrapes of oozing blood on his limbs and face.
His blond hair smudged with gunk. I get a wet ripped rag and started cleaning his cuts.
"Ely, why?" Cries Donovan as grabs my hand closing his eyes.
"Why did she?" His grip increases and my hand circulation feels like it is going to cut off.
"Just calm down, I'm here for you." As I say that a smile begins on his face opening his eyes and relaxing his grip on my hand.
I finish cleaning the disturbing cuts then clean the blood stained rag as best as I could. And go into my room and get a dirty dark green singlet and some ripped jeans, as I start to braid my tangled gold hair. suddenly I hear some defining gun shot. I grab my gun and rase to the kitchen where I heard the noise. As I get into the room the door is wide open with Donovan holding a hand rifle and staring at the door he sits down and hisses with pain. I look over to the other side of the room and see a body with a horrible gun shot in there bold head forming a bloodstream on the floor.
I turn my attention back to Donovan and see the gun shot across his side.
I run over and drag the lifeless body over the wooden floor out the door and onto the white snow ground and lock the door.
"What the Heck happened ?!?" I clench my hands shaking and my voice like thunder, he holds out his hand and there was a shining ring with an enormous Dimond on it.
"What's that?" My voice stutters and my eyes look at the ring in wonder.
"It's a ring with a Dimond." He says
"Well no kidding." I smile while he puts his hand on his side and then hissing at the pain.
"Right." I say looking at his cut. It was oozing with blood going everywhere, his shirt got an enormous amount of vibrant red blood. I rip off the bottom of my singlet and tie it around his waist. I go outside to see what was going on.
Just when I opened the door the ground started to rumble. I grabbed Donovan's hand and direct him to my under ground bunker... As we sat there with not a sound to make or a thought to think, the elimination of the light darkens and then finally shatters on to the rough lifeless ground.
Donovan siting there with his life drained eyes hardly moving a muscle only hearing his gasp to get the air into his bruised lungs. I get a match from my ripped pocket surprised that it stayed in there and light it with the match box. As soon as I light the match I see how bad he really is.
