The Survivors of Dawn

Running

I was running through the forest, my legs not daring to slow down. My black leather jacket caught in the wind and my breath was rapid. There were tons of biters behind me, and I was totally lost. Wonderful.

After a while, I leaned against a tree, the pain in my legs unbearable. Now that I've slowed down, they hurt like hell.

It couldn't have been a minute before I heard the biters coming, their careless footing, twigs snapping, getting closer. I took a deep breath and started to run again. I was a runner, but I had never run this hard before. What's it been, a few hours? The herd found me this morning, and it's late afternoon now. This is bad.

I don't make it very far until my knees buckle. I collapse and lay on the ground. Finally I gather enough energy pull myself up to a trunk of a big tree. I wipe the beads of sweat off my face and stare at the sky.

It was one of those fall afternoons, where the sun was shining just enough that you could look at it. My surroundings were beautiful. Envy green bark on trees, the happy colors of leaves on the ground.

I smiled. This is a nice place to die.

After everything I've been through, I don't see why not. I mean, dying the way people do now days is horrible, but at least when I die, I can be with my boy my fiancé. My beautiful baby boy.

My thoughts wander and I know I'm nearing the end. The herd hasn't caught up yet, and I don't know why. Maybe they got distracted. What ever the reason is, it doesn't matter anymore. I'll be dead by the time they get here.

I just about shut my eyes when I hear the snap of twigs. I jolted back to reality, and tried to turn around, where the snap sound came from. I couldn't. I couldn't summon enough energy to. Another snap. Then another. Soon the got careless and started to run toward me. I caught a pair of lace up hunting boots before I lost consciousness and passed out.

I woke up, my pulse pounding in the front of my head. I moaned and tried to sit up. A hand pushed me back down. My eyes slowly opened. At first, the sun was too bright, then my eyes adjusted. There was a man there. He had dirty skin and hair, a leather jacket on, like mine. He was washing my arms with a red rag. He reached over me and dipped the rag back into water. It looked like a creek bed. As he began to scrub my arms again, my hand grabbed weakly at his wrist.

"Who-"

"Shut up. Won't do you any good to talk. Go to sleep." He cut in.

I stared at him, then turned my head upward. My eyelids shut and the pounding lessened, as I drifted off.

Authors note:

Hey guys! So I'm not sure if any of you guys noticed, but this story is from another account, called Darylandcarolforever. That was my old account that it won't let me log into, so I decided to continue it on here. SO PLS READ!! ^.^