Post Apocalyptic

Chapter One

The building was far off, a small ant against the bright blue sky. It was a simple house in the middle of a field, that maybe once used to be full of tall golden grass, but was now just a field of dull brown dying weeds. The house was small and close to the ground. It was made of brick and had very few windows. It was very nice for what we needed it for.

I looked down on my right side and saw those huge gray-blue eyes staring at me. They were still beautiful, but had dark bags under them from lack of sleep. Her eyes widened as I stared down at her.

"Can we go to that one?" She asked in a practiced whisper. She faintly bounced on the balls of her feet and bit her chapped lips. I placed a hand on her shoulder so she would stop. She was making noise. It was very little noise, but it didn't take much for them to hear. And then they would come.

"Yeah," I whispered back. "Stay behind me. Follow my every step. Okay?"

She nodded her head soflty, light brown waves dully moving with her head. She stared at the house in the distance. She sighed and looked back up at me, waiting for my first step.

I crouched in the bushes and pulled out my weapon of choice from a holding strap on the heavy duty backpack I carried. The spear easily slid out of the strap. It's weight was comfortable and familiar in my hands.

I put the dark blue backpack on my back and adjusted it so it was comfortable and secure against me. I couldn't have any slip-up's. Doing that meant certain death.

I looked back down at her and nodded. She pursed her lips and stiffened, ready for my move. I slid one leg out of the dying bush and stepped down on the leafy ground without a sound. I looked back at Skylar and she nodded. She knew what my look meant. It meant make no sound.

I moved with precision and accuracy, feet falling only where I wanted. My feet made no noise on the dry brown leaves littering the forest floor. I gripped the spear harder but kept it pointed downward, so the shiny, sharp blade wouldn't glint in the setting sun. I estimated it was about five thirty in the evening, one of the tricks I  learned when I was hunting with my dad. Back when this wasn't life.

I heard a crunch behind me and I whipped around, facing Skylar. Her face showed guilt and embarrassment, but she said nothing. I narrowed my eyes and brought a rough finger to my lips. She nodded and looked down.

I turned back around slowly and quietly. I pranced the last yard of the forest, making no sound whatsoever. The edge of the field presented a new problem. It would be easy for us to be seen and attract attention. I didn't want attention from anyone, human or infected. I waited until I heard Skylar's feet slow and stop. I felt her presence behind me. I turned and faced her.

"Okay," I whispered, looking her straight in the eyes. "Stay low to the ground, as low as you can without crawling."

Her eyes widened. "Do you think they're here?"

"You never know." I sighed, allowing myself to stand straight up and stretch. You really did never know where those things could pop up. They were everywhere.

I crouched again and raised an eyebrow at Skylar. She nodded and waited for me. I looked into the grass, still tall but limp and sickly. Anything could be hiding in there. Sure, meeting an infected person would be bad, but meeting a human would be far worse. Humans could think, had fighting strategies. I wasn't sure how my skills would compare to the one's of a skilled man.

I ducked and headed into the grass, keeping an ear out for Skylar's steps. I swerved slightly to throw anything that was following us off the trail. I zigzagged and swerved through the dry, cracking grass, Converse clad feet making no sound. I held my spear out in front of me, making it easy to plunge it into the body of anything that dared step out.