Survival [UNDER MAJOR RE-CONSTRUCTION] {Incomplete}

Chapter 7

I sigh while walking through the forest. Another person that had the possible chance of survival, but died. I look up to the sun and see it's only been about fifteen minutes since my encounter with that man. Which means it's only been about twenty minutes since I've been out here.

And I thought it had been longer.

I can't wait until we find Sophia. I can't wait until I can get back home. I probably need to sharpen my weapons.

I continue to walk until I feel a little tired, so I go and rest up against a tree. I close my eyes and take in the cool breeze that blows across my face and tickles my skin. I wish everyday could feel as peaceful as this.

I smile to myself knowing that nothing could possibly ruin this moment. It's surprising, the peace I feel right now. Now it just feels like one of those teen movies when the moment is perfect, then it's ruined, as cliché as it sounds.

But then I realize what I'm suppose to do and I stand up, brushing off grass and dirt from my pants.

I turn around and pick up my katana and bow that I had taken of before my recent rest.

After re-equipping my items I continue walking until I'm at the spot where I first started.

I spin around slowly in my place examining my surroundings to make sure I didn't miss anything due to the current events.

As I'm spinning around, a peach color catches my eye. I instantly stop and start walking towards the bright surface.

When I stop in front of the fabric I realize it's a small blanket. Probably something she held onto. If it's even hers. I pick it up and shove it in one of my pants pockets and walk around a little more before checking the suns position.

Fifteen minutes passed already, wow time flies, even when your bored. At least I've found something.

Well all I need now is something to do to pass the time. Then a great idea pops into my head.

I walk around and search for something to make a target which epically fails. I sigh and think of ways I could maybe have some target practice.

Then I think of something and pull out a pocket knife I keep with me at all times.

I then walk to a near by tree and start carving the shape of a target. First I cut a circle out of the bark, then carve even further into the wood, but make each circle more spaced to make it look like a bullseye.

I smile to myself, satisfied with what I've achieved, and stand back to examine my work.

I sigh with joy and turn around and walk a few feet back before stopping and facing my target. I grab my bow and an arrow and aim at the bullseye. I breath deep and focus on my shot.

I release...

And it hits. I smile to myself and prepare another arrow, and take a step back. And it keeps repeating. With every hit, I take a step back. And I keep going until I hear a twig snap. I spin around to be confronted by only one infected. She looks familiar though. Like I've seen her somewhere before.

And her flesh didn't look totally greenish-brown, but more alive. Not like the other man at all. She looks like she's in a slow process of turning.