I apologize for bad grammar, punctuation, and lack of knowledge on paragraphs. I'm doing this for enjoyment, not money, and I'm not perfect.
Also, I do not own any characters, all rights reserved to the respectful owners.
The sun beamed in slivers through the treetops of the forest. The air was sticky. It was uncomfortably hot. The cries of cicadas rang out every few minutes. Crunching of leaves and sticks could be heard underneath her feet. She took off her ragged blue and white cap to fan herself. Pausing for a moment, she spun the cap around to stare at a the capital 'D' written on the front. A soft sigh slipped past her lips as she let memories fill her mind.
"I'll miss you."
His voice murmured distant, but crystal clear in her ears. It seemed distorted, she wasn't sure if that was even his voice anymore. Time changed so many things. But she would never forget him. His pale face, and weary, sick eyes as she left him behind to rot. He couldn't make her do it, and she would never have the guts to end his suffering. Part of her wished she could go back. Now she was left with the image of his body slowly withering away. Turning to mere skin and bones. She let him become one of them.
A loud groan awoke her from her reminiscing. Ten yards to her left was a man - well, what used to be - stumbling his way to her. The skin on the left side of his neck hung limply, exposing the decomposing flesh within. His face was sunken in, wrinkled, and grey. His eyes were inhumanly bright, with a slight tint of green. One foot was twisted inward, slowing him down severely. But like all the others he seemed to feel nothing. He gurgled and grunted incomprehensibly as he neared his prey.
With one swift stroke she pierced him right between his eyes, blood boiling up and around her blade down his ugly face. She pulled out her knife as his body fell to the ground, dead for the second time. Squatting down, she ruffled through the pockets of his tattered clothing, only to find a few dollar bills and a cellphone. Both completely usual. She wiped the blood on her knife off on his chest before concealing it. Killing was nothing. For any survivor it was a daily routine. She tried to not let it seem so simple, remembering what he told her. But after ten years of death, she'd long forgotten to remind herself of such things.
"Rest in peace," She whispered softly to the corpse before standing and heading back onto the dirt path. It had been trampled down after many trips, by many different feet. The walk was fairly quick as the entire way back was slightly downhill. She stopped when she reached the paved road which would lead her back to what she called home. So many faces flashed behind her eyes, old friends who were dead, or left long ago. Her mind lingered on one face that she would never forget. His eyes crinkled as his lips curled up. She kept track of the days ever since this entire mess had started. Today, ten years ago she left him forever. She smiled as his voice resounded clear in her ears.
"You're strong Clem. You... you can do anything."
And he was right. She could.
As of right now this is a one-shot. Curious, should I continue this?