Day 4 (James)
Death...I could smell it.
It reeked from every pore in my body and I could hear it crying out to me right now. There was going to blood shed, and lot's of it.
...
Maybe it might have been the actual smell that made me have such an empty dream but the acrid stench that now filled the entire forest tickled me awake. My whole being was put on mass alert and I rolled over into a crouching position, eyes closed, trying to catch where the terrible odor was coming from even though everything reeked of it. Whenever they made a kill, the area surrounding them would begin to have this sickening smell.
It looked like we had another loss in our already rapidly dwindling numbers. It wouldn't have surprised me if the three of us were the only living beings left in the state. Hawaii wasn't the best place to have an outbreak of the walking dead.
What would you do if you were on an archipelago isolated in the middle of the Pacific? Especially one teeming with the blood-hungry beasts.
There was happiness in my heart that I had companions and the knowledge that not all my friends were dead, but now was definitely not the time to feel it. Now was being used to go kick their asses out of their grassy beds.
It was time to start moving.
 shoyou100 · Sat Aug 23, 2008 @ 10:31am · 1 Comments |
