I open my eyes, finding myself in the exact same place I was last night. Still so cold, yet so warm. I don't know how to describe it.
I sit up while aching all over, the sight before me bringing me back to the reality I'm living.
I feel nothing. Nothing at all. It's like I'm high off the feeling of numbness.
I pull my self up, starting to walk in the destined direction. The sound of birds chirping fill the air in every direction, yet the woods are so empty.
After hours of walking, trying to find my way, I find the cabin I was trapped in for god knows how long. A small smile appears on my lips, happy I can finally rest in my zombie like state. If anyone saw me right now, they would think I'm crazy. At the slightest noise I get startled, my breath is heavy, I'm covered in dirt and blood, I'm even talking to my self under my breath. I'm not the type of person to be this sensitive over things, but after last night, I'm different. I've changed.
I walk up the steps to the cabin, hearing the wood creek beneath me. I pull my fist up to the door, gently knocking with all the sane strength I have. Seconds later a girl walks up to the door with brown hair and brown eyes. She had the most welcoming smile on her face, while I stood there in complete confusion. This was definitely the cabin I was in.
"You must be Liz" the girl chimed, still smiling. All I could do was nod with a questioning look on my face. "Oh, I'm Cameron. Cameron Dolan." She smiles, putting her hand out for me to shake, I shook it but I'm still so confused. "I'm Ethan's and Grayson's sister" and it hit me. I was scared once again. I cowered away, walking backwards slowly. "Liz, you don't need to be scared of me, I'm not like them. I'll keep you safe" she reassured me with a sympathetic smile and a hand on my shoulder. "I promise."
"Thank you" I whispered back to her as she embraces me in a hug.
Can I really trust her?
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Half Dead ~ G.D.
FanfictionShe is young and naive, attracting the wrong kind of attention. He is a manipulative monster using his hostile being to search for the right kind of kill.