"Fuck."
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck." I mumble under my breath. My boot slipped down on the tree. My fingertips blanched, blood not flowing into them as I hung on to the branch for dear life.
Mumbles and groans sounded from under me, but I dared not to look. I fixed my grip on the ash brown oak. Taking a deep breath, I swung my leg with more strength and force than before.
I'm not dying like this. No way. I won't die at the hands, or should I say mouths, of these creepers. Hell nah.
When my right leg makes it over the firm branch, I sigh in relief. I pull myself up and push my back against the trunk.
The sky is looking dreary, and judging by the position of the sun it's late afternoon.
The herd of creepers gradually clear out, bored of waiting for me to come down. Silence engulfed me. There was no more birds. No chirping, nothing. I would give anything to just once again be woken up by them singing outside my bedroom window. I smile at the memory.
I lean my head back and close my eyes, trying to get some rest.
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I was woken up in one of the worst ways you can possibly be woken up to. Hunger.
My stomach growled repeatedly. I opened my rucksack and looked at its contents; a water bottle, two protein bars, a small pot of strawberry jam.
I take out the protein bar and only allow myself to eat half of it, knowing that I need to ration it out. Food is hard to find nowadays.
My eyes close in delight, I haven't eaten in a while and I'm sure my stomach appreciates finally getting some attention.
A droplet of something wet lands on my forehead. Followed by another. And another. And another. I put the back of my hand out and look up. A wide smile makes it onto my face when I realise it's rain. I laugh to myself as I climb down the tree. Spreading out my arms, I start to twirl on the spot. The sound of my
laughter echoes throughout the woods, possibly attracting walkers, but in this moment I couldn't care less.I haven't seen or felt rain in a long, long time.
I stick my tongue out and swallow any drops that I can. Water is yet another thing that is hard to find and needs to be rationed out, therefore rain is a great way to quench thirst.
The sound of thunder is what brings me out of my happy state. My mood is quickly ruined when the rain starts pelting down quicker and harder than a few seconds earlier. The thunder sounds again, this time followed by lightning. A blast of wind hits my face, making my hair fly all over the place. Leaves on the various trees around me were shaking violently.
I begin to walk in the opposite direction from the herd of walkers which oh so sweetly decided to keep me company earlier in the day.
My pace quickens when I realise I can no longer feel my fingertips. I didn't realise I was shivering either. The only thing on my mind is finding shelter, somewhere where I can wait out this storm.
I grab my knife from my boot, gripping it tightly, when I spot a walker nearby. It notices me, but before it can get near me and grasp my arm I drag the knife into its eye. Blood splutters out, some landing on my face. I wipe my face with the sleeve of my jacket and retrieve the knife out of the corpse.
I have a look around. I've been walking for a few minutes now. A small barn a few yards away catches my eye.
This is perfect.
I jog to it with glee, looking forward to being away from this weather.
There is a small gap between the two doors, only a chain causing them to stay together. I bend down and move my body sideways, sliding in between the large wooden doors.
I stretch out my legs and push the doors together, closing the space between them.
Happiness takes over my body as I spin on my heel, only to be met with multiple guns and a crossbow pointing at my head.
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hey guys! hope you enjoyed this!! i definitely enjoyed writing it :)
i'm currently working on chapter nine, so i'm a bit ahead. updates for this story will be quite slow as i'm quite a busy person and especially with my gcse's coming up soon, i'm going to be spending more time revising.
hope you guys have had/are having a good day :))
~ k
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