Run

Chapter 3

•Meg: Year Four (probably, I haven't really been keeping track)•

I was perched on a high branch of a large oak tree, with my eyes closed and my head in my hands. I wasn't crying. I was way past the point of crying. Instead, I sat in the tree, with my head in my hands, thinking, forming a plan. Lifting my head, I looked down on the Walkers below. There were about five of them, way to many for me to handle in a hand to hand confrontation. Sadly that was my specialty. I was not especially great with weapons of any sort, but my favorite had to be the baseball bat I had acquired the day all of this had started. Not knowing what to do, I punched the tree branch out if frustration. I stared as a steady stream of blood flowed from my knuckles and suddenly had an idea. Not bothering to try and stop my bleeding I climbed just a little higher up in the tree. Bouncing up and down a little, as I generally did to get my adrenaline rushing, I whispered some words of encouragement to myself.

"You got this. All right lets go. C'mon-" I gritted my teeth and threw myself as far away from the tree as I could. I didn't quite make it as far as I had hoped, but it didn't matter. I rolled expertly to my feet and was sprinting through the thickly wooded area as soon as my feet hit the ground.

I didn't look behind me until I reached the edge of the woods. When I did I was relieved to see that there was nothing behind me.

For the next few hours I gathered fruit from surrounding trees, taking anything I could eat. I found some apples, oranges, and even a pear tree, which for the record contained no partridge.

What I really needed- and of course didn't find- was meat. I couldn't look for any tonight though because the sun had begun to set, so I vowed that I would set out hunting tomorrow.

Heading back towards my small camp I made a point of avoiding the spot where I had last seen the Walkers.

When I got back to camp, I made sure everything was in it's place, grabbed my blanket, and climbed up into a low tree. About three quarters of the way up this tree was a branch, so perfectly chair shaped, I was not even worried about falling out.

Settling into it, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, not knowing what would await me tomorrow.