Hope is Dead

Chapter thirty eight

Jon stopped seeing the start of a road, he lifted his head and looked up side to side smiling before looking around as his smile slowly faded, he looked both ways not knowing he didn't know which way to go ''God Damn it.'' he mumbled and stepped off the tracks spinning, he then stopped and opened his eye's seeing he was facing right in front of him which was to the right of the tracks. He sighed and started walking knowing either way could lead anywhere, even walking straight on the tracks would lead him somewhere different and he didn't want to get lost even though he didn't have a clue on where he was in the moment.

Jon sighed looking up seeing that the sun was going down, he looked down at the road walking on the short yellow strips next to longer white strips on top of the grey pavement. He sighed and shut his eye's focusing on walking in a straight line until he herd clicking and stopped opening his eye's, he lifted his head looking with his eye's first seeing a deer but there was something terribly wrong with it. Jon raised his head the rest of the way seeing the deer had a giant wart growing out of it's head covering it's left eye, the deer stopped walking noticing Jon and stared, drool dripping from it's open mouth. Jonathan could see the deer's rip's as it breathed in and out.

Jon reached behind him grabbing his gun because he was getting an eerie feeling from this deer, the deer then slowly walked towards him, almost falling over, Jon pulled his gun out and aimed at the deer not knowing where to shoot. As it walked towards him it reminded him of hunting with Luke, his hand's started shaking as the deer walked towards him. Jon looked away pulling the trigger and looked back hearing a thud, he then saw spores escape from the wart, he pulled his shirt over his mouth and nose and went around it holding his breath as he held his breath, he ran away and as he got away he looked back seeing the spores get into the air, he shook his head walking away, keeping his shirt over his breathing ways.

It got darker as he walked on the road, and he was getting tired again but when he looked around there was nothing that was a good place to rest, it was either lay on the side of the road and hope he wasn't attacked or go back into the woods. Turning around he erased the idea of heading back to the tracks, he sighed and faced front still walking feeling like he was to tired to notice his surroundings, he checked his bottle seeing he only had a small amount left but he needed it so he opened it and drank from it, every last drop.

He shut it and attached the empty bottle to his bag and continued walking, he looked around hoping to see a house or something around but there was nothing for miles. He hung his head trying to see the white stripes but had no trouble with the bright glowing yellow ones. The sun went down fast and disappeared letting the moon come up, Jon looked up at the moon smiling seeing it was lighting a bit of his way up. The third time he looked up and around he saw a house to his right, he cheered up a bit and headed over to it noticing that the power was out and hoped that nobody was home anymore.

He made it to the front door and peeked threw the windows before trying the door which was unlocked, he stepped inside and looked around seeing dust on a nearby table telling him this house had been abandoned. He shut the door behind him taking anything at the moment, he went into what seemed like the living room and looked around seeing it was definitely abandoned. He walked around the couch that was covered with a blanket, he pulled the blanket off and a bunch of dust flew everywhere, he coughed looking away waving his hand around, the dust settled and Jon took his bag off still coughing a bit. He sat down and looked threw his bag seeing he was also out of food for the time being. He sighed and just pushed his bag away laying down on the couch looking up at the dark ceiling hoping there weren't any spiders or bugs which there probably were.

Jon sighed out again shut his eye's gulping down, he rolled on his side and sighed opening his eyes again looking around, there wasn't a tv, there were lot's of books, a desk with a computer next to the window and a door to his left leading into what he could only assume was the kitchen, he turned on his back again and shut his eye's only to open them again, all he could see was everything that's happened to him, the dead coming to life, the wolves attacking him, a bear almost attacking him, something that would've gone wrong. Jon then pushed past that thinking happy thoughts and shut his eye's seeing that didn't help at all, it was nightmares or nothing.