I could hear shuffling outside of the casket. My hearing strained to verify that I heard groaning. I lifted up the lid of the coffin and listened to the possible activity. No sound escaped from whoever was in here. I pondered how it got in. The door was locked and there was a chair under the knob. All of the blinds were closed. I knew surpassing walkers wouldn't notice I was in here. Then it hit me.
I never checked to see if there was a back door.
I mentally groaned to myself. How could I be so careless?
Though some rays of light snuck in through the blinds, there was not enough to see the intruder. I could definitely take down a walker, but in pitch dark I wasn't sure going after it was the best idea. My body just wanted to sleep. It felt as if I had been awake for ages. I couldn’t sleep though. Not when my safety was unsure.
I heard something bump into furniture. I slightly turned on my side. The lid of the casket lifted again slowly allowing for me to peep through. A figure was sleeping on the chair.
A loud rumble escaped from my hungry stomach. I squeezed shut my eyes silently praying that whatever was in here didn’t not hear my stomach.
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I crept through the woods with my backpack slung over my shoulders and my bow and arrow by my side. The last few days have been some of the hardest of this whole “apocalypse”. It would seem that not being in a group, which was more likely to attract walkers, would be easy. It wasn’t. Not being in a group was terrifying. There is only you to manage staying safe. There was nobody to take shifts and make sure no walkers got in. It was mortifying.
I continued my voyage through the woods. I could see tall grass in the distance. I was happy that I wouldn't be consumed by the forest any longer. My slow strides turned into slow jogging as I became more eager to leave the forest. A few yards away I saw a shack. The late afternoon sun beat down on me harshly. My skin burned. It must’ve been 100 degrees. As I approached the shack my guard went up. I opened the creaky door cautiously, taking a look around as I entered.
From looks of it the room was completely empty, my guard faltered a bit. A sweep of the perimeter was a habit of mine whenever a new safe house was found. All of the rooms were dusty and quiet, making it seem as though nothing had been touched for a long time. Still, I decided to take a look at the rest of the building. As I ventured towards the back of the structure I heard a creak. My guard went up again once more.
I quickly hid behind a wall trying not to breathe heavily. Soft groaning carried out through the walls. My hearing strained as I tried to listen for signs of multiple walkers. I came out of hiding and attempted to find the source of the very obvious intruder that was roaming the facility.
I entered a room where the sound of half-dead groaning and dragging feet could be heard. Thankfully the walker was turned away from me. This would be an easy kill. I lifted my bow, took aim, and shot at it’s head. It fell to the floor with a loud thump. I shoved the walker to the side as I continued to search the perimeter with my bow out in front of me for protection.
Not counting the crawler I killed, the place was completely deserted. This place was safe to reside in for a while. I put my book bag down and rummaged through it looking for food I previously stored in it. The first thing that I found was peaches. It wasn’t a meal but it would have to do.
I watched as the evening turned into night. Deciding it would be wise to look around outside in the morning, I lied down on the cold floor ready to sleep. Soon, I was out cold.
I woke up to see the early morning sun tiptoeing into the room. Struggling to stand on my own two feet, I packed up my belongings. With everything ready to go, I exited the shack slowly. I was greeted by the sound of only a few birds. Nothing too serious for now.
Around the back of the shack, there was about 20 feet between me and another building. I approached the building quickly. I wanted nothing to cross me this early in the morning.
After making contact with the door at the entrance of the building, I stepped into a barely lit hallway. I did a quick search of the perimeter. It was completely empty, excluding the fact that there was a room full of freshly murdered animals.
I walked into what seemed to be a reception area. I saw a casket and a chair. Making my way to sit in the chair, I hit my foot on a nearby coffee table. I groaned out of discomfort. There were a few minuets of silence that kept me in my thoughts. The air was still. Suddenly a loud grumble was voiced into the air. My eyebrows furrowed. I pinpointed the sound to the casket. Rising slowly from the chair, I made my way to the box made for corpses. Hesitantly lifting the lid, I made eye contact with a boy with short choppy blond hair and long legs.
"Who the fuck are you?" I said in a questioning tone. It came out harsher than I thought it would.
“I could ask you the same thing”, he sneered back.
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Whoop Whoop, a big thanks goes to @/unlame aka Rukhsar. Without her my writing would've been complete crap. Hope you enjoyed.
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