Flesh Eaters

Dreams

Chapter 9 - Dreams

*Grey's POV*

"I prayed you'd find me," I say after he carefully leans me against the wall. Murphy says nothing, just stares at me with a look of concern in his eyes. I don't blame him, I probably look just as bad as I feel.

My whole body throbs with pain. I feel so weak and there's nothing I can do about it. My ribs hurt the most, I'm pretty sure most of them are broken or fractured.

I look back at him with my one good eye and say, "how did you find me?"

He gently takes one of my arms and studies the long slash that still oozes blood. "It's a long story."

"I'm not going anywhere."

He sighs as he carefully sets my arm back down. "How 'bout we get ya fixed up first. I'm gonna run to the house, make sure it's eater free then I'll come back for ya, alright."

I want to yell, tell him not to leave me here alone, but I'm just to tired. "Alright," I agree.

He nods once then stands. He heads towards the cellars stairs and I watch him go, once again fearing that he won't return.

I sit in the dark silence of the room and just concentrate on breathing. I close my eyes and relax for the first time since Clint kidnapped me. I feel a wave of exhaustion hit me and start to doze off.

I jolt awake when I hear a step on the concrete stairs. My head throbs as I look through the dark, trying to see what made the sound.

"Murphy," I whisper.

The only response is another footstep. Oh god, what if it's an eater? I'm so weak, I don't know if I'll be able to fight it.

I glance down and see Clint's corpse. A few feet away lays his shotgun, I need to get it. Carefully I lean forward and grit my teeth in pain. I manage to get myself onto my knees and slowly shuffle toward the shotgun.

I reach Clint's body and see a dark figure walking slowly towards me. Oh, god please! I don't wanna be saved only to die. I crawl forward, ignoring the pain that rips through my body.

I reach the shotgun and aim it at the shadow approaching me. The gun feels heavy in my hands. My palms are moist with both sweat and blood. My body shakes with pain and my vision starts to blur. I cock the gun and wait for the monster to get closer.

"Grey?"

I realize that it's Murphy and let out a sigh of relief as I drop the gun.

"Ya alright?" he asks.

I swallow and nod. "I thought you were an eater," I say.

Murphy stares at me for a moment, studying me. He looks at my wounds and I see a flash of anger in his eyes before he says, "the house is clear."

I nod again as I try to stand. Murphy hurries to my side, ready to catch me if I fall.

"Easy there," he says as I wobble on my feet.

With out warning my knees buckle and I fall into Murphy. He catches me and picks me up, bridle style. I suck in a breath as pain rips through me. Murphy mumbles an apology as he carries me out of the cellar.

He reaches the top of the stairs and the light of the setting sun blinds me. It seems so bright after being in that hole for hours. I squint my eyes, well my one eye, and look around. I see a big old house with its paint chipping. Vines grow up the sides of it, many reaching the roof.

As Murphy carries me toward it I feel another wave of exhaustion hit me. We reach the front poach and Murphy pushes the door open. The inside of the house looks just as old as the outside. Dust covers everything and the air smells stale.