Dead And Over

Prologue

Life and death.

Two different words and yet, they surround each other with pure balance, like yin and yang. Never were they to combine in an inhumane manner, that would only bring destruction.

And yet they did….

I walked cautiously through the woods, trending carefully to quieten my footsteps. There was no telling what was out here anymore, not since the dead started walking. And let me tell you, that is some scary shit. Nothing in life prepares you for things like that. No 'How To Survive A Zombie Apocalypse' in any book store.

Bending down, I looked carefully at the small dropping on the ground, scanning further up and seeing tiny scratches in the earth. I followed them, keeping silent and guard up.

Soon I found more evidence and kept going, my heart beating at the idea of eating cooked squirrel tonight. Instead of relying on canned and packaged food, I took to hunting again.

A flash of brown caught my attention and instinct took over, hitting the squirrel as it scurried up the tree with a clean arrow shot. Beaming, I walked up and went to pull my arrow out when I heard a grunt of frustration, followed by a few curse words.

Flinching, I turned and found blue eyes staring back.