Our Days Are Numbered

Four friends embarked on a memorable trip in the countryside to celebrate the summer; however, while they were isolated from the world, they were unknowing of the mortifying reality that waited for them when they returned from paradise. They were young, free, and having fun, if there was one thing they weren’t, it was prepared. Especially for the hell-inflicting disaster of the zombie apocalypse. Darcy, Brooke, Sam and Jamie have one task, and one task only, and that is to survive.


5. Five

It was the second to last day of the adventure, and I was kind of sad to leave. Although, I wasn't going to lie, I had begun missing my own bed beyond belief, and living off packet noodles and soup wasn't exactly my cup of tea. But we'd had fun.

It was little before dusk, and I was on the outskirts of camp, searching for some more firewood. Seeing as almost every day we had to replenish our fire, there weren't many logs lying around the camp. I decided to look further away, straying from the camp. It was still light, and the sun was still filtering golden rays through the trees. On my search for wood, I stumbled across something you wouldn't expect to see in the middle of nowhere, it was a huge, massive, full size tree house hanging twenty metres above the ground. It even had a little wooden spiral staircase that met the ground at the bottom.

"Wow," I breathed, it looked beautiful. It must have taken years to build. I looked to my left a little, and saw something move, faster than my eyes could keep up with. I started to panic a little; I wasn't entirely sure where I was. I was met again with a rustling in the trees and I stood completely still. I let out the breath I had been holding once I realised it was a dog. It scurried over to me, and it was a large German Shepard. I smiled as it gingerly sat at my feet.

"Why hello there…" I cautiously reached at its collar to find a name. "Piper," I smiled, and she perked up at her name.

"Aren't you a cutie?" I began to pet her, she had thick fur and I also noticed a gash on her back, I frowned. I stood up, and looked at the sky; the sun was nearly setting. I decided on making my way back to camp and just hoped the dog wouldn't follow me and would go back to her owner.

I managed to get halfway back to camp, when the sun had completely sunk below the skyline. I heard a ferocious growl from behind me. I stopped in my tracks, and turned around. Piper was following me. Only this seemed like a completely different dog. She ran over to me, and her eyes were bloodshot, and in some places yellow. And the gash on her back was pulsating, dripping with crimson. My heart began to beat faster, something was not right here. Drips of blood began to drop from its jaws.

I ran.

As fast as I could, but this dog could sprint faster than any dog I'd ever seen. During my panic I didn't even get a chance to watch out for tree roots, which was a big mistake. My foot got caught and I fell to the ground hard, scraping my forearms in the process. The dog caught me, and before I even got to process this whole thing in my head, it had begun scraping its teeth against my leg. I stopped, paralyzed in fear, and I sat and watched the dog begin to devour the very flesh on my leg. I screamed. As if my life depended on it (which it probably did), I screamed.

"Help! Somebody help me, Sam!" I heard frantic footsteps crunching the forest floor.

"Darcy, where are you?" It was Sam.

"Over here!" I shouted, unable to move. I was in agony, absolute agony. I managed to kick the dog in the face with my free leg. The next thing I knew, I had been deafened by a gunshot. I looked down at the floor. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was Sam's face, and his hand cupping my cheek.

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