I clear the rest of the sewer block before I begin heading back towards the entrance of the sewers. As I walk past the bodies of the two soldiers I killed I can't help but pause and stare. The older soldier was face-down on the floor, his face completely covered by water. His uniform looked as if it was about to pop, for it could barely contain his flesh. My eyes move over to the first soldier. He looked like he was sleeping, but I knew better than that, I had been the one to shoot an arrow into him. I clench my teeth together as I imagine the people I would be passing through here. I couldn't let them see the bodies, well, I couldn't let the kids see the bodies. They had little to no understanding of what was going on and most of them had already lost someone. Like you lost Vicky. A little voice in my head adds. I bite my tongue to the point where I taste blood. That was good, pain made you feel, pain made you forget, at least for a little while.
I move forward quickly, pulling out my knife I nudge the older soldier's body with my boot. I knew for sure that he was dead, but in this world you couldn't be so sure. I kick the soldier's body a little harder this time and I shrink back a bit as I wait for it to move. It doesn't. I let out a breath of relief and quickly place my hands underneath his armpits. I grunt as I begin pulling his body towards mine, I needed to move him into the shadows, where no one could see him. I continue to pull but his body doesn't cooperate. I wasn't getting him anywhere, instead I was wasting my time. I let out a silent shriek as I let dump his body onto the floor in frustration. If I wanted to move him I was going to need help.
Sighing, I head back towards the entrance of the sewer. I pause for another second and look down at my clothes. Bending down, I cup my hands together and scoop up as much water as possible. I splash the water on my jeans and use it to wash my arms and face. I stand up and shake my hands, I begin to shiver slightly, the water was freezing and I needed my hands and feet more than anything right now. I just hoped that my jeans would dry quickly, but in this damp place, that was pretty unlikely. I begin trudging back towards the entrance, leaving behind two dead bodies and the blood I had just washed away from my face....
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The Departed
HorrorThings have never been the same since the world ended. Now we lived in fear, we were unsure of what was to come to next day, so we lived each day as if it were our last. That's the funny thing about life, you don't know when your last day is coming...
