Hey Fanfictioners! SOO, I've had good views but ZERO reviews or follows! I'm heartbroken /3 I do hope you enjoy the rest of the story though, reviews are wonderfully appreciated! I need a lot of work, I know and your comments can help! -D
"Shit!" I exclaim, gasping loudly as I fall out of the recliner, hitting the floor with a solid thud. Scrambling to my feet, I pull my dagger out, my eyes searching wildly for any sign of danger until I realize where I'm at. I put the knife away, shaking my head, "It was a dream. Just a damn dream." I mumble, brushing the dust from my jeans.
Wandering to the window, I run trembling hands over my arms in an attempt to chase the chills away, from the damp air as well as the fleeting remnants of my nightmare. The storm has long since passed, leaving the yard and surrounding woods in a twisted, mangled mess. And with our brightest star just barely beginning to rise on the eastern horizon, I feel a sense of calm settle over me as I watch the once pristine pine forest begin to come alive again. The eerie silence is soon replaced with the melodies of song birds and chatter of various critters as they break cover, going on with their daily routine.
A yawn escapes my lips as I turn away from the peaceful view, grabbing a pair of sweat pants and the ,much too big, shirt out of the tiny dresser. Silently scolding myself for not having time to grab more of my own clothing, I strip away the dirt caked jeans and toss them to the side, followed by the black hoodie and green tank top underneath. Stepping into the bathroom, I stop in front of the small mirror perched just above the equally as small sink. My blonde curls spring out in every direction, twigs and dirt sticking out here and there, the dark circles under my eyes seem to have only gotten worse and the hollows beneath my cheek bones appear more defined than I remember. With golden brown irises staring back at me critically, I can't stop them from brimming with tears as it really hits home that things are worse than I had ever thought they could be.
-No, now is not the time to cry. Crying doesn't solve anything, it's time to move on. My, always too-rational, brain sneers back at me.
Giving a weak nod of my head before wiping a stray tear from my cheek, I turn the faucet all the way over to hot. The shower head gives a tired moan before coming to life, and like the day before, I begin to feel a certain giddiness, I haven't felt in a very long time, chasing away the pity, leaving me overwhelmed as I step into the jetstreams of water. With the temperature just below scalding, I really could stand here forever, letting the past few days wash right off my skin. I scrub my hair, and my body until it feels raw and new, before finding myself simply standing in the steaming waterfall, unable to force my body away from this new found little slice of Heaven.
Yet, all good things must come to an end, as life seems to never let me forget, and I wrap the blanket around myself, my teeth chattering now. Quickly, my legs find their way into the gray sweatpants, which I'm forced to tie the sides just to keep them from securely on my hips, and the camoflage shirt that nearly drowns me in fabric, but for the first time in forever I feel comfortable. And after opening the windows and doors, feeling the fresh breeze caress my skin as the birds lyrical whistling fills my ear, a small smile graces my lips.
-I could really make it out here.
With the thought now flooding my mind, I open one of the few cabinet doors in search of anything to put my growling stomach as ease. -Definitely need to go hunt or on a run soon, though. My brain ticks off at me, I do know it's true but I hadn't been out of Terminus nearly the whole four months I was there, and didn't have the slightest clue as to where the nearest safe town might be. I would need a map, something that could give me any oversight as to which way I should even begin looking.
"I'll look around today, problem fixed." I say to myself, in an attempt to shut my nagging thoughts up, if only for a few minutes and it seems that between planning out today and trying to find something edible, I missed the most amazing thing I think I've ever had the chance to come by after the world went to hell.
"Holy shit, actual SPAM!?", I exclaim, almost too loudly, before yanking the oddly shaped can from it's place beneath the dusty shelves.
