Hey guys! Guess who's not dead! So I was going a project for English, just a short little thing, so I decided to upload it. Let me know if you think I should make this into a full story!
While in the forest I was expecting to run into a zombie or two, possibly find a shelter, maybe a rabbit or deer, or a weapon left behind by someone who couldn't fend off the hoard of undead. However, a human was not on the list. I came across the fellow while checking some of my traps for a possible dinner, he certainly wasn't a forest creature, he did smell like one though. Even in an apocalypse a gentleman is still a gentleman, not taking care of yourself is just as deadly a killer as the brainless monsters were. This man however clearly wasn't worried about dying from an infection or disease. I had never laid eyes on a filthier human being, even in the apocalyptic setting. He had gotten his leg caught in one of my snares and dangled from a tree. Twisting about trying to free himself he was certainly stronger than he looked, still looked to be in his late teens however. His golden hair was knotted and matted sticking out in old angles, bits of leaves and twigs added into the mix. His skin had either a tan shade or a few layers of caked dirt, mud, and dust. The clothes he was wearing were in serious disarray. It seemed his leather bomber jacket was the only thing that wasn't torn excessively. The red, white, and blue tee-shirt underneath had been torn in the front, bandages wrapping a wound were visible though the ripped fabric. The lad's jeans were worn at the knees, the ends were frayed, and gashes on the left leg looking as if something had tried to grab him. Crimson splatters decorated his body, begging the question if the blood was his or someone, or something else's. The boy turned his attention to the ground below him, glasses, the right frame had been cracked a bit, but other than that the spectacles seemed perfectly fine. Not only did he look like he had been living in the forest for a few years he smelled like it too. Even from my hiding spot several feet from him I could still smell his odor. The smell of dirt was the first thing recognized, still familiar from when I used to garden. The second thing, the body odor. The lad hadn't bathed in a long while and was in great need of it. The scent of rotting flesh was also present, though it had become a normality nowadays. Giving up on retrieving his glasses the boy looked around the clearing, I have no idea how but somehow he spotted me. At the sight of another living creature his face lit up, his sky blue eyes widened in delight , he smiled. The grin would've been extremely charming is he didn't look like an absolute disaster, complete with bits of food stuck in his teeth.
"Hey you! Don't try to hide again I know you're there! I, uh, could you maybe lend me a hand, or a knife?"
So, that's it! What do you think should I keep this going? Let me know, don't forget to like, favorite, and follow! Until I write again! See ya later!
