Chap 1...
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Emery ran as fast as her feet could carry her. The steep muddy walls of the ravine made it impossible to climb free. Maybe it was the fear of dieing alone in the woods. Maybe it was the fear of being caught and being drug back to where she was running from. But no matter what she did she couldn't get her brain to tell her feet to stop. Fight or flight mode had taken over and she wasn't about to die in that damp cold place.
Turning her head Emery looked to be sure she was alone. As she looked behind her, her feet hit something hard and solid. Before she knew it she fell hard into the shallow water. With rocks everywhere she cut her face and arms up. Catching her breath she pushed her body up from the ground to look at what she had tripped over.
She stood up and couldn't believe what laid in the water at her feet. It was a man. She approached him slowly. Unsure weather he'd been bitten she wasn't about to take a chance. He had blood staining his pants and shirt. It wasn't hard to tell it was the arrow in his side causing the blood there She got close enough to nudge him with her foot. When he didn't move she got close enough to look him over. She ripped his pants right above his knee to reveal a large gash. That answered the question as to weather the blood was coming from a bite.
She paced back and fourth for a moment. When she tried to wipe the sweat from her forehead, but after she ran her head over her head she found blood on her arm. 'Blood' she thought to herself. She had blood all over from all the cuts to her face, head and arms. If there were no walkers around there would be soon. The smell of blood was all around them.
With her hands on her hips she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. For a moment she was back home. Lost in her subconscious Emery was back in her back yard when she was ten. Running through the damp grass and the cool night air catching fire fly s. The only worry she had was catching more bugs than her friends. Life was simple, easy and care free. Opening her eyes again she fought back the tears as she wished more than anything in the world that she could go back to that moment. If even for only an hour.
Turning her attention back to the unconscious man she knew he stood no chance against any walker. She couldn't just leave him there. What kind of person would that make her. The world had made her do things she was finding it hard to live with now. Those were things she had no choice in, it was kill or be killed. But dragging an unconscious man through the woods would make her an easy target for walkers. While leaving him there to save herself would make impossible for her to ever close her eyes again without seeing his face. "Shit!" She stomped her foot.
Emery wrapped her arms under the mans arms and around his chest. She drug him as quickly as she could. Considering he was fairly larger than her the pace she moved at was rather slow. Under her breath she prayed to get herself and him out of that ravine. After about fifty feet she had to put him down to take a break. Standing straight up she looked for anything that offered any hope of help. She wanted to scream, but knew that would be a bad idea. She was already in enough trouble she didn't need to make things any worse by drawing attention to herself.
Like a sign from God as she turned to her left Emery saw a rope. It had been tied to a tree at the top of the ravine. Someone else must of gotten stuck, but they must of been lucky enough for someone else to help them. She cupped her hands and looked to the sky 'thank you God' she felt like crying but didn't have the time to waste.
Looking back down at the ruff looking man she couldn't help but wonder how she was going to be able to pull him up the side by herself. Getting herself up the embankment was going to be hard enough. The thought of getting him up seemed down right impossible, but impossible had never stopped her before.
Emery pulled the man until he was just under where the rope was. She tied the rope under his arms, around his chest and knotted it. She pulled on it to be sure the knot would hold. She didn't want him falling half way up the hill. Taking a deep breath she began to climb. A few times she lost her footing and slipped. When she reached the top she took a long look around to be sure that no walkers would sneak up on her while she tried to pull the man up.
Rapping the rope around her hands she began to pull as hard as she could. It felt like forever before she was able to get him to start moving. She groaned and cussed as she tugged. It seemed that she would get him five or six feet up and then the rope would slip through her hands, burning and tearing at her skin. "You better have a cure for this shit, all the trouble your causing me you asshole." She cussed the man as she pulled one last time to get him over the edge.
Once the man was safely at the top she sat down to look at her now bleeding hands. They were tore up pretty good. Gripping anything wouldn't be possible. But that was the least of her problems at the moment. They were alone with no shelter and it was quickly becoming dark. She looked around for anything that she could make shelter out of for the night. Leaving them out in the middle of the wilderness all night wasn't a good idea. She had no weapons other than the sticks on the ground.
With the rope around the mans chest Emery did the only thing she could think of. She tied the other end around herself and began to walk. There had to be something close by that she could use as a shelter. And thing would work for her. She'd already had one bout of dumb luck finding the rope. What were the chances of it happening again. As the sun sank below the tree line so sank her heart in her chest. She was losing hope of finding anything that could help her.
Stopping to catch her breath Emery yawned. She was so tired she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. "Okay, I need something, anything. I can't spend the night in the dark walking around in circles." She spoke to no one. She didn't want to move. But she had to. She knew if she stopped for to long she would fall asleep standing up. So she just kept walking, pulling the man behind her.
After another hour of walking Emery was sure her eyes had began to play tricks on her. Starring ahead of her she swore she saw a wall. Moving a little closer she could see another wall. "What the hell?" Again she spoke to no one. She moved closer to it until she could see that it wasn't just walls. She was looking at a small hunting cabin. She walked quickly toward it. If there was someone inside maybe they could help her.
She left the man outside while she walked through the unlocked door. It was one room, and not a very big one at that. The only thing that wasn't in the room was the toilet, which was in a tiny room no bigger than closet. As she drug the man inside she noticed that the windows had all been boarded up. That with the thick layer of dust it wasn't hard to tell that it had been a very long time since anyone had been inside of the cabin.
Emery shut the door and pushed the bed in front of it. It was the largest piece of furniture in the whole cabin. The only light in the place was the moon light leaking in through some small cracks in the boards over the windows. She dumped her back pack into the middle of the floor and lit a candle. Finally feeling safe, or at least as safe as one person could in this new world of flesh eating monsters, she turned her attention back to the injured man.
She lifted him into the bed and began to exam his wounds. To get to them she had to take his shirt and jeans off. Leaving him in nothing more than his boxers she could finally see the full extent of his injuries. She took an extra shirt from her bag and began to tear it into strips. The first thing she had to do was remove the arrow from his side. She knew pulling it back out would just cause more damage and possibly cause bleeding that she wouldn't be able to stop. So she pushed it on through. Taking two pieces of fabric she placed them on the front and back of his side. Taking a few others she tied them together then tied them around his body to hold the others in place over the wound.
She then looked down at his leg. The gash was large. She poured water over it to clean it. There wasn't much more she could do. She placed a clean piece of fabric over and tied more to hold it in place. Sitting on the edge of the bed she yawned as she watched his chest rise and fall. "I really hope you live through the night" she spoke to him knowing that he wouldn't answer her.
Turning her back to him she listened to him breath as she looked down at her hands. They hurt so bad. She poured some water on two pieces of fabric then rapped one around each hand. The cool water helped with the pain, but didn't stop it. She laid back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. At that moment she wanted something to help with the pain. Something to help her sleep. Something anything that would help take her mind off of things. Every time she closed her eyes it took her a little longer to open them. Until she closed them and she was finally asleep.