The soft scent of the trees whirl around me in the wind. I've always loved the Georgia woods, I could always feel at peace. Sort of like there was nothing other than me and the animals in the woods.
I crouch down to the small river at my feet, I gather some water in my hand and hold it closer to my face. I almost shout in excitement, finally I found clean water. I slide off my backpack and unzip it. I pull out my five empty bottles of water and begin to refill them.
I finish up my last bottle, repack the bottles and take a few drinks from the river before standing once again.
The tall trees thankfully covering the fierce sun from my light skin.
Before I was able to enjoy the silence once more there was movement in the leaves behind me. I quickly take my bow and arrows from the ground and position myself in the stance that I was taught so many years ago.
The movement gets louder as the thing gets closer to my direction. My breath becomes more silent and shallow as I take aim.
As the sounds continue to get louder, I start to see a shadow staggering slightly with each step. The shadow comes into sight and I let out the breath that I didn't know I was holding.
Coming into my full few is the shell of a person, one whose life is dead but their body continues to walk and eat.
The undead.
Or at least that's what I call them. The rotting corpse sees me and slowly starts making its way to me. I swiftly bring the bow over my head and bring it down to sling across my torso.
I pull out my large hunting knife from its place in my belt. I slowly walk my way toward the growling body. Its arms are stretched forward and desperately trying to reach for its next meal, me.
I swat away its arms and grab the rags that would have been a shirt. Its face was just inches from mine. Whoever this was would have been very handsome minus the hollow eyes and slightly grayish skin.
Without a second thought I plunge the hunting knife into the right side of its skull.
It falls limp in my hand and falls to the floor with a thud. I wrap my fingers around the handle, place my foot on its head and pull.
The blade slides out along with some of the blood and other things. I wipe off the blade with the corpses shirt and put the knife back in its place on my belt.
I walk back to my backpack and sling it on my arm. I take in the beautiful scenery once again before coming back the way I came.
Back into the real world, full of the walking dead.