The Exiles

Part 7

Green.

Go.

Yellow.

Slow.

Red.

Blood.

Bite.

Death.

Sick.

Death.

Red.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop!

"Stop!" Bryan yells as he pulls at his hair, tears flooding down his face.

(Cough flash back cough)

Bryan slowly limps through the dense forest, leaning on a stick he found near the opening of trees.

Green is flooding his vision and thorned bushes grab on to his ankles.

A deathly silence takes over the tree tops, no snarls, no birds singing, absolutely nothing but Bryan's own heartbeat.

Every time he moved his stick it sinks in the damp muddy ground.

His stick slips backwards causing Bryan's body to fall over and his face to land in the muddy that was in front of him.

As his head hits the floor a humming begins to echo in the forest.

Soft footsteps approach his collapsed body.

He looks up to see a blonde girl with dirt caked clothed with a gun aimed at his head finger on the trigger.

"Please" he coughed out "dont."

For a second her tough facade fades and her shock shows before being again hidden.

"Though you where a biter" She says still not removing her finger from the trigger.

"You bit?" She says gesturing to his wrapping up leg.

"No" He hoarsely chokes out.

She flips her gun in her hand before placing it in her belt and removing a pouch from her waist.

"Here" She says as she offers her hand.

Bryan takes it and she helps him up before offering him the water.

He takes a slow sip before handing it back.

She begins to walk off in the same direction she came from.

Bryan stares before limping towards her.