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The furthest mile
is
The longest chapter
is closer to
The final page
which means
She is all Alone
but she was never alone
Sunny is just trying to survive like anyone else. The problem is, she's only 15 and lives with her dog. The father she only has memories of is leaving behind breadcrumbs for her to follow. That trail happens to be a series of journals.
But the next morning after a series of her traps go off, she finds there is unwanted company from the Wolves headed her way.
While trying to flee from the tree house Sunny once called home, she runs into someone who is the closest thing to a friend at the moment. He is from a community, one she soon finds herself in after a short fight with the wolves. But does Sunny really belong there? She questions her own ability to fit into a lifestyle she had left behind so long ago. Between finding the journals and trying to fit in, she discovers new things about the path that lies in front of her. The longest mile has never been so clear.
Where will the journals lead her?
To her father...Or to her death?
I stood behind trees watching a large group of the dead mindlessly walk in circles. They must have broke off from some community that was close by. I had no clue where is was. But I knew, it was out there somewhere. A few times I tried to set out to find it, but always had to go back to the tree house I live in. There's always this small hope inside me that my father is there. But I knew better. I shook my head, the ends of my hair from the pony tail hitting next to my eyes.
Focus. Sunny, focus.
I took a breath, a little kids song running through my mind as I hummed it. Picking up my bow, and setting the end of the arrow on fire, I had a clear shot of the explosive I had tossed earlier. A small smile curled my lips, I was too happy to get rid of these stupid things. I pulled the string back, lining my sight up with my left eye. I couldn't help but let the last few words slip out.
"Ashes. Ashes" I released the arrow. "We all. Fall." It landed next to the explosive setting it on fire and instantly igniting. "Down."
The shock wave blew past me, sending drifting embers. I pulled the quiver strap over my shoulder, before letting the bow rest around me. I needed to move now, some of the herd might break off. I can hear them at night if the wind blows the right direction. I rolled another explosive to where the other one left extinguishing flames and ash. This one shouldn't be a dud. Grabbing my pack, I ran off back to the small place I called home.
I climbed up the wood that was nailed to the tree getting to the platform. I looked down at them. Some were slowly starting to rot, but the tree was growing around every one of them. I would have to replace them. But who knows, maybe I could get out of here before that. Find a community, or even my father. I sighed opening the door. A small whine came from my blue heeler, who trotted over to greet me. River sniffed me, as if he could check me over for any sign I might have gotten hurt. I set my bag down, and put my bow on a hook. Setting my quiver down, I glanced at the pile of sticks. I had gathered them a long time ago, but I never lit a fire. I knew it would attract the monsters that once were human. I've only lit a fire twice, the second time I made sure to cover the windows so the light didn't shine through. I had River, and a good enough amount of blankets to keep me warm. The thought of an actual house always fought to make my blood boil. I could be warm for once. But, I needed to be thankful. It wasn't winter. Yet. I glance out the window next to my bow, as red streaked the darkening sky. Flares. They must have been coming from the community. I sighed, and let the curtain fall over the glass. Keeping my copper colored hair in the ponytail, before I laid down on a ragged blanket. River curled up next to me. Running my fingers over his soft blue and white fur, I found the one spot on his back that mixed with red. He had a spot like that on half of his face. I always thought it was pretty cool. It made him unique. I smiled, letting my mind drift away from the wreckage this world has become….
I jolted awake at the loud sound of a hissing boom. The night air was cool, but it didn't help that I had been sweating. The small trap I had left was both a blessing and a curse. It woke me from my endless nightmares. But it also meant a lot of the dead could be headed this way. I moved the a makeshift curtain from the window to the left of the door. There was a small dulling glow in the distance. In my mind, it was still close. I had more traps set to make sure the monsters didn't get too close. At least one more, smaller, explosive. I jumped back at the popping sound, as that very trap was set off. I ran a hand through my messy ponytail. Two of them going offing minutes apart could attract unneeded attention. From humans, and the dead. Before I found this place, I'd run through towns. Nearly escaping the detection of the blasted people with the W's on their foreheads. Shaking my head, I remind myself of the people I slightly helped out. It was a man who soon was back with a friend. I didn't even get a good look at either of them. The wind picked up a little, carrying with them the groans of the dead. I pulled out one of the notebooks my father had left for me, flipping to the page I left off. It was going to be a long night…
so this is kinda a late Christmas present. It depends how well the story is weather I'll keep updating chapters. Comments, or PMs will be much appreciated!