Chapter 2
Attack to Safety
The arrow found a home in the tree directly next to the boy. He stuttered and looked right next to his face which would be covered in blood if Asher hadn't have been distracted by the lumbering oaf of a zombie about to grab him.
With a whirl, Asher ducked down onto the dry and crunchy mess of grass. The bow in his hand was thrust upward at the monster. It's lifeless, gray eyes looked down at Asher as if to pity him, but Asher was the one who was doing the pitying.
His sleek black bow pushed back the gray beast. Asher shot upward and whipped out a small silver dagger. He raised it into the air and brought it down upon the zombie's neck.
Blood gushed from the wound in the zombie's windpipe. It choked, leaving crimson liquid to drip out of its gaping mouth.
The boy to Asher's left cried out in terror. Asher spun his head to see why he shouted and saw the boy shoving off a zombie. He ducked down onto the grass and scooped up his knife he must have dropped. Following that, he lurched the knife straight into the monster's neck causing it to cough and splutter as well.
"Look, I don't mean harm. My name's Torn. Just please let me go." The boy uttered through coughs.
Asher nodded, but saw the hand holding the knife tense and turn it so his hand was on the blade.
Shrugging, Asher removed a dark black arrow from his quiver and ducked behind a tree already nocking the arrow into place.
As soon as Asher had gotten behind the tree, the knife had flown through the air and narrowly missed Asher's cheek.
However, the blade jutting out of Torn's shoulder caught Asher's attention.
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In the Flesh
Teen FictionSeven years have gone by. The world was in a state of panic, and the earth became hell itself. Reanimated people from the dead came back to haunt us. Family members murdered, friends slaughtered, and betrayal grew. On his way down to a small villag...
