(Chapter two, only a little long... Sorry I think the next one should be better! Short chapter annoy me but oh well hahaha! Enjoy guys!)
I raised my machete high in the air, ready to land a kill blow if I needed to, impatient to see what would emerge from the shadows of the trees. It tripped on something and spilled at my feet, a tangled mess of a corpse. A girl at one point, her hair was knotted and filthy, her clothing wasn't any different. I was just about to bring an end to its miserable, pathetic, and useless life, if you could even call it a life, when something stopped me.
"Help..." It pleaded, a corpse pleaded? But then it mustn't be a corpse, since the last time I checked they couldn't talk, this was in fact a person!
"Are you okay?" I asked as she rolled over. Two blue eyes fixed on me and she let out a small groan.
"Do you have any water?" Her voice was low and raspy. I pulled off the bag that hung from my shoulder and slipped a canteen out. It was almost empty, I would have to work on refilling it very soon!
"Here," I knelt down and handed it to her. She propped her self up on an elbow and chugged every last drop. She stopped suddenly and looked at me with wide eyes.
"Is this all your water?" But I just shook my head and waved at hand at her.
"Don't worry, I'll get more soon." She handed the empty jug back and looked a little embarrassed by her unbridled relish of the water. I quickly looked over her, checking for wounds, hoping she wasn't contaminated.
"Have you been bit?" I asked, I had to be sure.
"No!" She replied. "No.." And then she seemed to remember something because clumsily she was trying to rise to her feet. "My dog," she gasped and I followed her gaze. She was staring at Scout and Scout looked back at her curiously. Her ears were up and her head tilted a little, as if she were listening to our conversation.
"You have a dog? Where?" My question broke her from her momentary trance and she looked away from Scout. Giving up her struggle to rise, she rested on her knees.
"I'm not sure how far back but it's that way," and she gestured to where she had fallen through the brush. "Bear, he fell in an old well and I couldn't get him out alone so I went to look for help. I twisted my ankle along the way though.. I hope no flesh eaters got to him."
"I'm sure he is fine," I quickly lied. "Her let me help you," I offered her my hand. "Let's go find your dog."
She leaned heavily on my shoulders as we slowly stumbled back the way she came.
"Thank you," it came out in a sigh and she smiled faintly, watching Scout weave across out trail, tail wagging and her tall ears flipping with every step.
"No problem, I can only hope someone would do the same for Scout and I." I told her. "By the way, I'm Avery," I introduced myself.
"Ashley, she answered.
"Nice to meet you," and we fell silent. Both probably hoping to find Bear happy and in one piece..
We struggled for a bit longer, she was starting to get heavy as I grew tired since I hadn't had a meal since two days ago.
"There!" She pointed and I could see we were approaching a clearing. Suddenly a bark broke the silence and Scout perked up. I gritted my teeth, hoping that was only the first bark and his last. But no, he barked again and again. I cursed inside my head, hoping maybe this one time the noise wouldn't attract the dead but I could see that wish was too late.
We broke from the tree line and the first thing I saw were five flesh eaters as Ashley called them, grouped around something. The second thing I saw was that something, which was the crumbling remains of a small, circular wall, must have been the well.
"Wonderful," I sighed, releasing Ashley who started to sob, seeing the disheartening scene. I pulled my machete from its place strapped to my back. "So who's first?"
(For some reason this chapter was fun, even if I finish too soon haha! But anyway, please review! Thanks for reading guys!)