A New Hope

by Blake2012

Almost a year has passed since the dead rose up and took over the world. On her family's farm, Rose finds herself confronted by a weary blue-eyed man leading a hungry and tattered group in desperate need of the care and safety she can provide. If her generosity will pay off or cost her more than she's already lost, only time will tell.

3. Chapter 3

LeanneDaseyLover & VanillaKisses96, thank you! I hope y'all stick with it!

Fabsch1, you never know... you'll have to keep reading to find out;)

(I know that the chapters have been SUPER short & I so apologize :( I had originally starting writing this on my iPhone notes & the formats are completely messed up. I promise I'll get longer chapters on here tonight or tomorrow for sure!)

I know for a fact that the window had been closed, I reassured myself as I creep, stepping lithely, off the porch, making my way to the cellar door. I unlock the padlock & unchain the handles, being as quiet as I can be with the heavy chains. The door creaks lightly as the aged hinges strain & I slip inside without another sound.

As I make my way up the stone stair case, I hear the light steps of a person above me. I pause, waiting for the footsteps to pass before I continue towards the door. The antique glass door knob is loose & rattles as I place my hand around it, I pause again, listening intently for any signs of life. As I turn the knob, I pray that the old, heavy door doesn't betray me & as I push it open just enough for me to slide through I say a silent thank you for my answered prayer. Now, my heart feels like it's trying to beat it's ways out of my chest as I creep towards where I heard the foot steps stop. I unsling my bow, take an arrow from its quiver, and balance it on the string, feeling the soft fetch against my thumb.

I round a corner slowly only to stop dead in my tracks as I see the figure standing in my living room. It was a man, could have been a little over 6 foot tall with a mess of shaggy brown hair & wearing clothes that looked as if he had robbed a homeless man. His vest stood out to me though, it was very aged leather with two giant wings sewn into the back, something like an old school biker would wear.

As I stared, taking in this person, whomever he was, I scolded myself for not seeing what I should have been looking for first; his weapon. It was a formidable weapon at that, a large compound crossbow with sight & all fixed onto it. Seeing his bow erased all other thoughts in my mind & as adrenaline flooded my body I stepped out from behind my wall, raised my bow, aiming straight for his head.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now." The words came from my mouth before I even knew what was happening & in a voice I'd never heard, I didn't faulter, I sounded strong. I just hoped I looked as intimidating as I sounded.