Creepers
Chapter
3
My instincts tell me to run, but my
feet are frozen to the ground. I can practically feel its breath
behind me, that’s how close it is. I slowly put my finger
to the trigger of my gun. I have to be careful with my shot
because if I miss I’ll be shooting right at the campsite
where the rest of the crew is.
I draw in a shaky breath, turn and
shoot quickly. The bullet rips through the creeper’s head,
but it still takes a couple steps towards me, arms outstretched,
and its bony fingertips just brush my face as it crumples to the
ground. I let out my breath and glance towards Everett, who is
hitting a shot through another creeper just a couple yards away.
We both catch our breath for a minute, not daring to move and
making sure there are no others around.
“Nice shot,” he mumbles, still a bit stunned.
I take in another short breath and nod. “Thanks, you
too… Let’s go to the camp now. I’m done being
out here in the dark.”
He nods and as we walk back to the campsite, I kick the
creeper’s head clean off its shoulders. When we get to the
campsite I sit down by the fire for a bit to warm up and I feel
Everett sitting down beside me. I play with my dog tag in my
hands for a bit. “I think I’m going to set up my
bed,” I say quietly and stand up, brushing away a couple
leaves from my pants. I really don’t feel like talking, I
just want to sleep everything away.
He nods, watching my facial expressions to see if I’m okay.
“Alright,” he says. “Do you need any
help?”
I shake my head and give him a half smile. “Nah I think
I’ve got it.” I ruffle his hair as I walk past him,
towards my bag.
I pick a tree that I like and carefully climb up into it. I hate
being on the ground at night. It makes me feel so vulnerable.
That’s pretty much the way Everett and I survived, once the
car had run out of gas and before we had met the rest of our
crew. We lived up in the trees, where we felt safest that the
creepers would not be able to get to us. That was probably the
best day after the virus hit though, finding others that we could
talk to and trust to have our backs. I’ll never forget how
grateful I was to see other living people.
I take my pack off once I feel high enough in the tree, about
twenty feet off the ground, and unhook my sleeping bag. I
unbuckle my belt and lay the sleeping bag out on a branch. I
snuggle up inside and once I’m comfortable I buckle my belt
around the branch and sleeping bag, so if I turn in the middle of
the night I won’t fall out of the tree. Yeah, I learned
that lesson the hard way.
I hear a bit of rustling under my
tree and I look down to see Everett setting his sleeping bag
underneath my tree. It’s funny how he never strays to far
from me, he’s like an older brother that’s always
looking out for me. I guess I am the only one he really trusts to
have his back, likewise with he and I, so we always make sure we
are close enough to protect each other.
He rests his head against the trunk
of the tree, facing the fire. It’s hard to see his face at
my angle, but I’m guessing he’ll be up for a while.
He always stays up when we spend the night in the woods.
Sometimes if I wake up in the middle of the night I’ll stay
awake and make him get some sleep. I know he hates to make me
stay up, but even he can’t go on forever without some
rest.
As I start to fall asleep, I hear the discreet sound of humming.
I glance down at Everett, his eyes are closed but the sounds are
definitely coming from him. I smile to myself and snuggle deep
into my sleeping bag. I slowly drift off to the sound of
Everett’s song.
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soccerdogg25 · 1 decade ago
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I'm sorry I didn't post yesterday. There's a virus going around my school, so of course I had to get it too. Yay -_- but better late then never! I hope you guys like it :)