Flesh Eaters

Survival of the Fittest

Chapter 12 - Survival of the Fittest

*Murphy's POV*

I stand on the edge of the forest, starin' at the house, the house of the dead. I swallow and adjust my crossbow before I start to make my way to the building. The front door sits wide open, just the way I left it. I pull my crossbow off my back and head through the front door.

I notice and a sheet of paper layin' on the staircase. Somebodies been here since me and Grey left. I carefully make my way over to it and see words scribble across the page. I crouch down and see the words are red. It's written in blood.

"I hope you return to read this Murphy. I saw what you did, in the cellar. Your a killer Murphy and the eaters didn't make you this way. You were like this before the flesh eating disease cursed the Earth. I don't know you and you don't know me but I don't need to know you to know your a killer. I see it in you. You try to hide it from that girl, what's her name? Grey, isn't it? Yes, that's her name. Clint was always telling me about her, what he wanted to do to her. I saw what you did to him. Did you enjoy his blood splattering onto you? It looked like it.

This world is full of death Murphy, you know that. Life is important in this world, survival Murphy. Survival of the fittest. The question is, who's really is the strongest? You, or me? Let's find out Murphy, winner gets the girl!

Come and find me..."

I stand back up and look around the house. I listen to the silence, to the birds outside, to the stream running behind the house, to the flies buzzin', to the moans of hungry eaters off in the distance. My mind goes blank as I turn into the hunter.

"Survival of the fittest huh, bring it on," I mumble and start to climb the stairs.

I move slowly, making sure my steps are silent. I reach the top of the staircase and see a camcorder and know that an eater has to be near. I scan the area looking for the rotting monster. I follow the line of sight the camcorder has and see a small hole in the yellowed wall. I move closer to the wall and hear the soft moans of an eater. The moans grow louder as it realizes a livin' human stands so close.

I step back and hear its nails scratchin' on the inside of the wall as it tries to get out. I shake my head and walk away from it. Why bother killin' it, its not going anywhere. I continue movin' silently toward the bedroom I had Grey in earlier today but freeze halfway.

On the floor lays a knife, Grey's knife. The knife I used to destroy Clint's head. The blade shines with fresh blood. Under the knife lays another sheet of paper. I kick the knife off and read the red words scribble on the page.

"Murphy, why don't you come out the the cellar? I have something to show you, I mean, someone. We're waiting.."

My mind immediately goes to Grey. How could he have her? I just left her.

I race down the stairs and out the front door. I reach the cellar and stop. What if this is a trick? He's playing a game with me! This sick son-of-bitch is playin' a fucking game with me!

I stand still and just listen. Behind me I hear somebody clapping slowly. I spin around and see a man who's the spitting image of Clint, only difference is this mans alive. I raise my crossbow and aim it at the man. I expect him to stop walking but he just smirks and walks closer.

"You found me, killer," he says while still smirking.

"What do ya want," I say, ignoring his comment.

"I want my brother but you can't give me that can you, killer?"

"Don't call me that."

"Why not? You are a killer you know. How many did you kill? I don't mean eaters either."