The Crow - Chapter 7 "Shatter, get up." I heard Crow's voice above me. I groaned and opened my eyes; I was lying on my side, my head on top of my sweatshirt, balled up into a pillow. Crow sat before me, holding out a skewered, grilled rabbit.
My stomach growled as I sat up and flicked my hair out of my eyes. "Where'd you find this?" I asked, taking the rabbit and tearing off a piece of meat with my fingers.
Crow shrugged, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. "Stole it from some hobo."
I paused, my mouth half full of rabbit meat. "What?"
"I stole it from a hobo. He's in a little shack about half a mile from here," he said.
The Crow - Chapter 6 Crow stared out the entrance to the cave, one knee pulled up toward his chest, his arm atop his knee as he held his cigarette between his teeth. Shatter slept next to him, her head on his shoulder. He glanced down at her, and sighed a little as he brushed her light brown hair to the side, uncovering her face. She shifted under his touch, looking younger as she slept. Crow smiled down at her; she acted like she wasn't pretty, always wearing that baggy sweatshirt of hers to cover up her figure. Truthfully, Crow could not stop himself from simply looking at her. She was skinny, but she was curvy as well, and the tank top she had on under her sweatshirt hugged her figure perfectly, Crow thought.
He gently ran a light hand along her arm, trailing his fingertips down along her waist. It had been so
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.