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Chapter six :)
“What?” Wren whispered. He looked around and saw nothing, they crouched behind a thick tree. She drew out an arrow and put it in her bow. She took a deep breath, and then all the sudden she swiftly stood up and shot something with her arrow. You could hear a thud as whatever she shot at hit the ground. She ran out to examine it and he quickly followed her. He went around to see what she had shot. It was a large six point buck, its big black eyes were still open and blood was slowly seeping out of its chest. Even though it was a great shot, he knew who would be dragging it back. She took her arrow out of the deer’s heart, and wiped it on her jeans. She put it back in her sheath, along with the other arrows. He bent down and tied a rope to the deers’ antlers and started dragging him away in the direction of the town. It would only be about fifteen minutes to get back to the door. They walked through the forest silently, twigs crunching under their feet, the deer sliding on the ground as he hauled it through the woods. It seemed to get heavier and heavier with every step he took. He’d have to stop soon and take a break. Wren heard a rustle in the tree tops and looked at Rhea.
She seemed to have heard it too, “What was that?” Rhea asked in a low, quiet voice.
“I’m not sure,” Wren responded, he kept looking up at the trees but could see nothing. In a flash three streaks of grey dropped to the ground, each landing with a thud. They got on their feet. Zombies. Wren dropped the rope and whipped out his gun, glancing at Rhea she already had an arrow in her raised bow.
Rhea saw him glance at her out of the corner of her eye, but she kept the zombies in her focus.
They were still at least twenty feet away, but they were shuffling close. One of them seemed to have broken its leg on the drop, and it lagged behind the other two.
The one leading the rest of the zombies had a broken jaw, its tongue lolled outside of its mouth, moving at random. Its jaw hung there, only staying on its face by two flaps of skin. They all had small shrunken in eyes that were so far in the sockets that you could hardly see them at all , and yellow-ish green skin that looked moist, bodily fluids and oils seemed to come out of their pores. They had a horrid odor, and it looked like their skin was going to fall right off of their bones. The skin sagged, and they had sunken in stomachs, you could see their rib cages and long, strong, yellow nails. The zombies were creeping up on us, getting closer and closer.
Rhea eyed the middle one, the youngest and let her arrow go. It whizzed through the air and struck the zombie right in the forehead and he went down with a thump. It went too quick, she hadn’t seen it sneaking up on her. The fourth one that they hadn’t noticed. But, now it had her pinned on her stomach, it was crouched on her back and she heard a gargling noise. She felt a spray of its rotten blood go onto her back. Then she heard a sharp crack and felt the zombie fall off of her back. She jumped up still gripping her bow tightly, Wren was slightly panting and standing over the dead body. He had clubbed it with the butt of his gun. There were two other zombie corpses on the ground.
“Thanks,” Rhea said.
“Are you hurt? Or scratched? Any broken skin?” Wren sounded worried and looked at her with wide serious eyes.
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” She assured him. She looked behind him and goose bumps covered her arms.
“What the hell are you doing?”
She had her bow up and an arrow raised to his head.
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