I could take care of myself after he left. Maybe he didn't want to stay with me after all and he just felt guilty about leaving me unprotected.
I sat down to eat some of the lunch we packed, alone in silence. If this was how it was going to be, he should just leave already. Despite a few minor situations since we met, I did just fine on my own. The last thing I needed was some boy hanging around out of imagined obligation. Will snuck up behind me, nearly knocking me onto the ground from the surprise.
"What are you back to being a ninja?"
Holding one finger to his lips, Will pointed about 20 yards away at a mother-daughter zombie team approaching from the trees. I hated kid zombies. They were the hardest to disassociate from. It sucked killing a kid, even if they were already dead and looking at you like you're dinner. She was in good shape too. She had that typical gray pallor and gazed over white eyes, but other than that, she looked fresh. The mother wasn't doing quite so good. Half her face was blown off and her clothes were pretty ripped up. She kept up just fine with the kid so she must not have been around that long. Guessing from the speed of the two, it couldn't have been more than a few weeks, maybe less. I could hear the little one growling as they got closer.
"You gonna be able to do this?" Will looked at me skeptically. He knew that the one thing I hated killing more than forest creatures was zombie kids. I'm sure it wasn't his favorite pastime either but when it came down to it, we both knew Will would be able to make the shot if he needed to. I looked back at the mother and daughter. The kid looked like my cousin Sophie.
"Can't you do it? I can take the mother." My eyes pleaded with Will. He wasn't big on sympathy these day, but I hoped he would make an exception. He thought about it for a moment, then handed me the bow.
"No. I got the last one. It's your turn." He nudged me up. "Let's go they're getting closer." Will took aim and fired at the mother. His arrow landed dead on, right through her forehead, dropping her to the ground. "Your turn".
The kid didn't even notice as the mother dropped to the ground, twitching. Forward she hobbled, hell bent on ripping us apart. Will stood behind me, waiting, his expression unreadable. I don't know why he was being such a jerk. He knew how difficult this was for me. Why did he need to push so hard?
"Now, Andi." Will repeated, frustration growing in his voice.
I brought the bow up, taking aim at her head, and released the arrow toward my target. I missed by about two feet. Will sighed and even though I couldn't see him, I'm sure he rolled his eyes. I looked back at him, hopeful that my miss would prompt him to take a shot. It didn't.
"Try again. She's getting too close."
Jerk. I pulled the bow back up and took aim once again. She was about ten feet away. It was either hit her or run at this point. I pulled the trigger once again, determined to hit her this time and made my shot. I hit her in the neck. Damn. Will pushed me to the side, knocking me to the ground just as she lunged for me. The little brat was about to take a chunk off my leg when Will yanked her up by the hair, throwing her backwards. Before she could get herself up, he buried a hatchet into her small head, spraying her dark, dead blood onto the rock I had been sitting on.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Will yelled, wiping zombie guts off the hatchet onto the grass.
"Of course not!" I pushed myself up from the ground and went to retrieve my lost arrow. Will followed a few yards behind me, not wanting to let too much distance get between us. I'm sure he thought I'd just go and get myself into trouble again. He really was being an ass. How long did I need to be punished for one little mistake? He was being a little ridiculous now, holding a grudge this long over me going upstairs without him knowing. It just didn't make sense. If I was that much of a pain in the ass to him, why was he
I sat down to eat some of the lunch we packed, alone in silence. If this was how it was going to be, he should just leave already. Despite a few minor situations since we met, I did just fine on my own. The last thing I needed was some boy hanging around out of imagined obligation. Will snuck up behind me, nearly knocking me onto the ground from the surprise.
"What are you back to being a ninja?"
Holding one finger to his lips, Will pointed about 20 yards away at a mother-daughter zombie team approaching from the trees. I hated kid zombies. They were the hardest to disassociate from. It sucked killing a kid, even if they were already dead and looking at you like you're dinner. She was in good shape too. She had that typical gray pallor and gazed over white eyes, but other than that, she looked fresh. The mother wasn't doing quite so good. Half her face was blown off and her clothes were pretty ripped up. She kept up just fine with the kid so she must not have been around that long. Guessing from the speed of the two, it couldn't have been more than a few weeks, maybe less. I could hear the little one growling as they got closer.
"You gonna be able to do this?" Will looked at me skeptically. He knew that the one thing I hated killing more than forest creatures was zombie kids. I'm sure it wasn't his favorite pastime either but when it came down to it, we both knew Will would be able to make the shot if he needed to. I looked back at the mother and daughter. The kid looked like my cousin Sophie.
"Can't you do it? I can take the mother." My eyes pleaded with Will. He wasn't big on sympathy these day, but I hoped he would make an exception. He thought about it for a moment, then handed me the bow.
"No. I got the last one. It's your turn." He nudged me up. "Let's go they're getting closer." Will took aim and fired at the mother. His arrow landed dead on, right through her forehead, dropping her to the ground. "Your turn".
The kid didn't even notice as the mother dropped to the ground, twitching. Forward she hobbled, hell bent on ripping us apart. Will stood behind me, waiting, his expression unreadable. I don't know why he was being such a jerk. He knew how difficult this was for me. Why did he need to push so hard?
"Now, Andi." Will repeated, frustration growing in his voice.
I brought the bow up, taking aim at her head, and released the arrow toward my target. I missed by about two feet. Will sighed and even though I couldn't see him, I'm sure he rolled his eyes. I looked back at him, hopeful that my miss would prompt him to take a shot. It didn't.
"Try again. She's getting too close."
Jerk. I pulled the bow back up and took aim once again. She was about ten feet away. It was either hit her or run at this point. I pulled the trigger once again, determined to hit her this time and made my shot. I hit her in the neck. Damn. Will pushed me to the side, knocking me to the ground just as she lunged for me. The little brat was about to take a chunk off my leg when Will yanked her up by the hair, throwing her backwards. Before she could get herself up, he buried a hatchet into her small head, spraying her dark, dead blood onto the rock I had been sitting on.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Will yelled, wiping zombie guts off the hatchet onto the grass.
"Of course not!" I pushed myself up from the ground and went to retrieve my lost arrow. Will followed a few yards behind me, not wanting to let too much distance get between us. I'm sure he thought I'd just go and get myself into trouble again. He really was being an ass. How long did I need to be punished for one little mistake? He was being a little ridiculous now, holding a grudge this long over me going upstairs without him knowing. It just didn't make sense. If I was that much of a pain in the ass to him, why was he
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