The Crow - Chapter 5 I was asleep for what felt like just a few minutes when I awoke to the sound of breaking sticks. I opened my eyes, and my mouth was immediately covered. I gasped in surprise, about to scream.
"Shh," Crow whispered, his hand over my mouth. I managed to look at him over my shoulder. His eyes were locked on the entrance to our cave. Our fire had gone out, but the moon lit the area outside, still wet from the rain. A pack of Infected was outside the cave, scurrying around in search of us. Some were on two bare feet; others were on all fours, moving with the eerie likeness of an animal.
"They must have smelled us," Crow whispered, as quiet as can be.
I nodded in agreement and pul
The Crow - Chapter 4 One month. One month since Crow had let me first travel with him. Almost three weeks since he'd told me I was his friend. I felt closer to him every day. He told me small pieces of information about him: he was allergic to something called chocolate, which I had never heard of, he was left-handed, and he had once had a whole group of people traveling with him.
"Really?" I asked, walking next to Crow through western California's dogwood forest. The woods would have been pretty, if not for the dead trees and the foul stench of corpses that still hung in the air.
"Yep," Crow replied. "Four teenagers. There was a redheaded girl, and three other guys. I can hardly remember what they looked like, though."
The Crow - Chapter 3 I lay back on the grass, my belly full after two roasted rabbits. I would have guessed that it was around midnight. The fire Crow and I had built still burned even after a few hours.
"Where'd you come from, Shatter?" Crow asked, sitting facing the fire with his knees partway up to his chest, his arms resting atop his legs. "I told you, now it's your turn."
I glanced at him and sat up. "I was born in this area," I replied. "Long after the end of the Great War. My mom and dad died when I was only nine years old. I'm seventeen now, and I've been on my own since my parents died."
"What happened to them?" Crow asked.
The Crow - Chapter 2 It had been exactly one week since Crow had agreed to let me travel with him. Exactly one week of his strange muttering to himself as we walked. I had learned to not reply when he spoke in that way; he never seemed to notice that he sounded like a crazy person. Or perhaps I was the crazy one.
Just outside of Sacramento, Crow and I decided to rest for the night. Even though he muttered to himself almost constantly, I found comfort in him. I found that he had a calming demeanor. Not to mention, his guns killed every Infected we came across.
To my surprise, Crow did what I had first asked him to do: teach me how to use a gun. Since he had two of them, he and I took turns shooting at makeshift targets.
The CrowChapter One
I met him almost ten years ago. Before those ten years, my world was desolate. Broken. Cities lay in pieces where they once stood tall. Ravenous creatures roamed the earth, trailing death and destruction behind them. All hope for humankind was lost.
Before I met him, I fought for my life every day, from the demented creatures known as the Infected, and from starvation. I was weak, young, never to grow old. Never to die peacefully. I was certain I would die before my time, with no mercy from my hungry murderers.
Those ten years with him saved my life. He may never know that truth.
I met him two miles inside of what used to be Sac
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Ninety-six Hours Earlier
"Come on, guys!" Max shouted, pivoting on her heels to face Gerard, Mikey, Frank, and Ray. Her mane of light brown hair was held down by a pilot's hat, the straps hanging to touch the shoulders of her red, yellow, and blue vest. Her grey-blue eyes were wide, the light color contrasting to her mocha-toned skin. She was young, maybe only thirteen years old, and her head only reached Gerard's waist.
She laughed as Gerard lifted her up and set her atop his shoulders. In a way, Gerard had come to treat Max as his own child, although he claimed to just have felt sorry for her when the four men had found her starving and cold in an abandoned bunker. She had been wearing only a hospital gown, smudged with dirt, a Better Living Inc. logo on the chest. Mikey still re
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Dust swirled into the air with each step of the four men as they walked wordlessly along a dusty road. The wind howled, the sun, despite beginning to set, beating down on them. The four had sunglasses over their eyes, bandanas blocking the dust from their noses and mouths.
One walked in front of the other three. His dusty grey skinny jeans were tucked hastily into worn leather combat boots, his loose black belt tapping against his hip as he walked. His torn jacket had patches sewed on, making it a jumble of mismatched colors and materials. Though the jacket was zipped up in the front, one could see that his figure was slim and tall. A striped strap wrapped loosely around his neck, attached to a huge mask that covered his whole head. The mask was in the shape of a smiling cat's head