Running and Fighting
Ch 17
Tara's POV:
I cautiously crept to the door, listening for any noises to indentify a walker. I was probably too far away anyway. I crept down the upstairs hallway, grabbing a coat rack to use as a weapon. Slowly and quietly I crawled down the stairs. I was now on the same floor as "it".
I heard noises coming from the kitchen. My heart beat rapidly, and my mind raced of what I might find. A walker, another survivor, or some unknown monster. Anything was possible, thats what i had learned.
When I reached the kitchen, I flattened myself against the wall. Then I took a deep breath, wrapped my hands tightly around the coat rack, and poked my head into the kitchen. It was dark, but I made out a figure over near the cabinets. I also spotted a light switch.
Slowly I reached out, and flipped the switch. Light flooded the room, and the figure jumped, and spun around. They clutched a long knife in their hands. Thank gosh it wasnt a walker. It was a boy, about my age. He looked tired, and malnourished. He was probably just looking for food and rest.
He spotted me, and calmed a bit. "Oh Im sorry I thought this place was abandoned. I didnt think anyone lived here." I smiled, but remained where I was. There was no telling if he was violent or something.
"I don't live here. I just stopped in for food and rest." I replied. He smiled saying," that's why Im here." I cautiously took a step into he ktchen saying," you know you really should check out a house before you get comfortable."
He smiled slyly saying," I can handle anything." I scoffed. He was a bit stuck up, but cute. Maybe I could stick with him and not be all alone. Then again I still didnt know him that well.
While I was think, Suddenly I heard a window shatter.
I rushed towards it, still holding te coat rack. "You gonna hang up their coats?" Asked the guy, right behind me. I ignored him and entered the room now filling with walkers. I began fending them off with the wavy coat rack.
The guy was better at fighting, but I guess e did grave a real weapon. He was cutting off heads left and right. When we had finished, we shoved food in our bags, and tore outside. "We'll I should get going." I said, starting to walk away. You felt a hand grab your wrist.
You turned, and he stared down at you. Before he could say anythin he was tackled to the ground. His knife knocked out of his hands.
I cautiously crept to the door, listening for any noises to indentify a walker. I was probably too far away anyway. I crept down the upstairs hallway, grabbing a coat rack to use as a weapon. Slowly and quietly I crawled down the stairs. I was now on the same floor as "it".
I heard noises coming from the kitchen. My heart beat rapidly, and my mind raced of what I might find. A walker, another survivor, or some unknown monster. Anything was possible, thats what i had learned.
When I reached the kitchen, I flattened myself against the wall. Then I took a deep breath, wrapped my hands tightly around the coat rack, and poked my head into the kitchen. It was dark, but I made out a figure over near the cabinets. I also spotted a light switch.
Slowly I reached out, and flipped the switch. Light flooded the room, and the figure jumped, and spun around. They clutched a long knife in their hands. Thank gosh it wasnt a walker. It was a boy, about my age. He looked tired, and malnourished. He was probably just looking for food and rest.
He spotted me, and calmed a bit. "Oh Im sorry I thought this place was abandoned. I didnt think anyone lived here." I smiled, but remained where I was. There was no telling if he was violent or something.
"I don't live here. I just stopped in for food and rest." I replied. He smiled saying," that's why Im here." I cautiously took a step into he ktchen saying," you know you really should check out a house before you get comfortable."
He smiled slyly saying," I can handle anything." I scoffed. He was a bit stuck up, but cute. Maybe I could stick with him and not be all alone. Then again I still didnt know him that well.
While I was think, Suddenly I heard a window shatter.
I rushed towards it, still holding te coat rack. "You gonna hang up their coats?" Asked the guy, right behind me. I ignored him and entered the room now filling with walkers. I began fending them off with the wavy coat rack.
The guy was better at fighting, but I guess e did grave a real weapon. He was cutting off heads left and right. When we had finished, we shoved food in our bags, and tore outside. "We'll I should get going." I said, starting to walk away. You felt a hand grab your wrist.
You turned, and he stared down at you. Before he could say anythin he was tackled to the ground. His knife knocked out of his hands.
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