Flesh Eaters

Fear

Chapter 11 - Fear

*Grey's POV*

I watch as Murphy walks away from the truck in search of gas. In my hands I feel the weight of the handgun and remember the last time I held a gun.

I was maybe seven. I was in the field behind our trailer, just practice shooting. I heard my dad's old truck pull up in the driveway but I continued to aim at the bottle I set on a fence post. I heard the truck's door squeak open as slide my finger down to the trigger.

"GREY," I heard my dad shout.

Startled I pulled the trigger and shot the ground next to the post.

"What the fuck do you think your doing," he shouted as he staggered towards me.

"Just practice shooting daddy," I answered sweetly.

He stopped in front of me and I smelled the alcohol on him. He glared down at me and said, "what did you just call me?"

Confused I say, "I called you daddy."

And that's when he hit me for the first time. He simply backhanded me across the face. The force of the blow caused me to fall back onto the ground.

"Ssmart mouth little bitch," he slurs as he turns away from me and heads into the house.

I stayed frozen on the ground as I heard my mom yells turn into screams. Dad hit her too. That was the day my dad became my enemy.

I shake the memory from my head set the gun down on the seat next to me.

"It's in the past," I tell myself.

As Murphy disappears from my sight I look down at my bandaged arms. Underneath the bandaging lays a long gash down each arm. I shiver as an image of my blade flashes into my mind.

"He's gone. Clint's dead," I mumble to myself.

For some reason my mind refuses to believe it even though I saw Murphy shoot him with his arrow. I saw the blood leak out of his head and his body go limp. I sigh and look around and see nothing but trees.

I lean back against the seat and close my eyes. I listen to the birds chirp happily in the trees. When I open my eyes the skies dark and the birds no longer sing.

I must have fallen asleep. I yawn and sit up. My rips buckle and I suck in a sharp breath trying to control the pain. Once the pain passes I look out the windows at the dark forest surrounding the truck. Out the corner of my eye I see something shuffling through the trees. I swallow nervously and glance over at the gun.

I curse silently to myself. At the thought of picking the gun up my hands grow clammy. I turn and scan the trees for whatever I saw moving. Seeing nothing I wonder if my minds playing tricks on me.

I look down at my lap and force myself to concentrate on breathing. Suddenly I hear a light tap on the hood of the truck. Without thinking I grab the gun and aim it at the windshield.

On the hood sits a crow. It stares at me with its beady black eyes. Slowly I lower the gun and watch the bird. It calmly cocks its head at me and let's out a caw. As I study it I notice dried blood on its beak.

"What have you been eating," I wonder out loud.

It caws again then spreads its wing and takes flight into the night sky. What's a crow doing out at night. Weird.

I sigh and lean back. I'm to jumpy, but I feel I have good reason. I turn and look out the window next to me and choke back a scream.

Standing right next to the truck is an eater. It stares at me with a blank expression, almost like it doesn't see me. That's when I notice its eyes. A white cataract fog covers them. It's blind.

It's mouth hangs open showing its rotting teeth. The clothes it wears are torn and blood stained. Without warning it slowly starts to turn away from the truck.

My heart hammers in my chest as I sit frozen in the seat, watching it stumble away. I want to scream but I keep silent. As it disappears in the trees I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

I could've died had it been able to see. I shiver at the thought of what could have happened. As my heart slows back a normal rhythm I stare out the windows, watching for eaters, watching for Murphy.

Where is he? He said he was just going to find gas. What if eaters attacked him? What if he's not coming back? What am I going to do if he doesn't come back? I'll die on my own! I can barely walk on my own!

"Stop," I say to myself. I'm letting my mind race to much. "Just relax, he'll return," I whisper to myself, "he'll return."

(A/N) Ok I know this is an extremely short chapter but the next ones gonna be a long one. Oh and sorry for how long to took for this chapter to be posted. School likes to get in the way of writing and writers block doesn't help either.

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