We awoke to a dark and gloomy day. I was very sore from the way I had slept that night, all curled up into a little ball. Sometimes I have nightmares, but not all the time. Last night I didnt have a nightmare but I sure didnt sleep well. I got up and stretched then looked out the window for a bit. I quitly crept to the door to go outside. It was humid and very hot. My curly brown hair was not handling the heat well. I pulled it back and put it into a ponytail with one of the many holders on my arm. Man what I would do to take a nice shower and sleep in my nice comfy bed. But neither I nor my friends can do that. The zombies destroyed everything in sight. Its just not fair that mankind had to be overthrown by the dead. The living dead.
I went and sat down on the steps and stared at the tree in the front yard. There was something carved in the tree.I stared for a while then I got up and went to the tree. I examind the tree itself, the bark, the leaves above, how it moved with the breeze. One of the only beautiful things left in this broken world.......
On the trunk was a heart. Clearly carved long long ago. Inside the heart was two letters. It read B+O. Two lovers must have carved their initials there when they were young and in love. You could definantly tell the carving was old and had a story behind it, because inside the house was a painting with the same heart and intitials painted on it. The two must have married and lived in this house. What a shame they had to end like this.
With that I went back to the safe house and went inside to wake the others.
I walked over to Imara and shook her awake. "Wake up" I said quietly. "Wake up" I said a little louder.
She groaned and then slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes. Then she slipped on her black combat boots over her black skinny jeans. She stood up and tucked her shirt in and slipped on her black gloves and finished it off with her chain link belt. We both have one.
"G'morning" I said with a smirk.
"Yea, hi..." she replied.
I sat down next to her and also slipped my boots and tucked in my camo/army pants, then Iwalked over to Chase.I then proceeded to kick him square in the gut. I smiled. All he replied with was a struggled "What the hell.." and groaned in agony.
"Get up" I commanded and walked back to Imara to sit down next to her.
"Do you always have to wake me up like that? You dont wake Imara up like that! Do like hate me or something?" he questions.
"No I don't "hate" you, I really hate you." I replied. With that said I got up and walked over to where our weapons were placed and handed everyone theirs.
"So whats the pla-.." Imara's words we cut off by a sound. It wasnt a normal zombie sound but it sounded like... a little girl crying.
I turned towards Chase and said "I thought you said you check the whole house!"
"I did.." he hesitated, "just not the basement. I thought if I locked the door, anything down there would just be stuck locked in there. Because I really hate basements.."
I sighed and looked at the ground. After a brief pause I looked up at him and said " these are thE KINDS OF THINGS THAT WILL GET YOU KILLED!" I shouted at him. Still steaming I motioned Imara to follow me and I walked towards the door. She did as comanded and followed.
"Okay yeah I'll stay here and protect the house" stated Chase.
"Oh shut up." yelled Imara.
I smiled at her and unlocked the door, and we went down the stairs.
Down the stairs was the basement itself and two seperate rooms. Both had doors. One door was open one door was closed. Leading to the doors was a path of blood, so whatever had crawled in there was probably living, or has become the living dead. Then I notice that there are little bloody hand prints on the door that was closed, like it was locked. SincenI wasnt ready to check if that door was unlocked or not. I motion to Imara that we are going in the open door first. She gets her axe ready as I do the same with my bow. we silently creep towards the door. Im going first. I peek my head in and come to find out its a small child's room. I put my bow away and get low. It's pink so I presume its a girl's room. Toys are scattered around the room, but in the corner is a small figure. The child. I make an attempt to talk to the child hoping she is okay.
"Hey sweetie" I say in a hushed tone.
......
No reply.
"Sweetie, are you alright?
........
Still no reply.
"Hey kid! You gonna answner us or what?" Imara states.
The little girl starts to weep once again. I turn and glare at Imara and she realises that was a mistake. Thinking she was okay and still human, I crawl/walked over to the little girl and put my hand on her shoulder. Infront of her are two dolls one in each hand. I notice her right arm is bitten quite badly and bleeding everywhere, as is her leg too. The dolls we coated in half dried blood. So they were very gooey.
"Hey kid" I say softly as she continues to weep " It's okay, everything will be fine just come with us we'll help you get bet-." Im cut off as she screams a blood curdling scream and turns to look at me with souless black eyes. Then she lashes out at me. She tackles me to the ground and tries to bite me but I hold her back. I struggle to keep her away from my face as she moans and drools a black goop on my black tanktop and on my face as well.
"Imara!" I yell "Imara help me!"I yell, my grip holding her back slipping. Thinking this was the end I closed my eyes.
No sooner had the words left my lips, that a silver throwing knife goes past my head taking off the little girls head, leaving her body to fall onto me limp an unmoving.
I sigh and look over at Imara and she turns and looks at me. I push off the body and get up to wipe the goop off my face and shirt. The smell is horrid.
Imara walks over and retrieves her knife, wipes the black slimy goop off of it, and puts it back in its holder. After a moments pause Imara sighs and starts to speak.
"I've always hated kids..., can never trust 'em." she says with a grin.
I look back and smile then sigh with relief. Time to move onto the next room.
With that we get up and move onto the next room not knowing what we will find. Hopefully no more zombie children.
Author's Note:
So? What did you think of this part and of this story all together? Let me know in the comments and tell me what you think should or will be in the next room. Ill try to have the next chapter up tomorrow. :) keep reading I promise the book will get better :) make sure to share this with others, Peace out, :)
-Liv
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