Venom. The word left a sting in her throat, like it didn’t want to accept that it was true. Lily looked at the bite mark on her shoulder. Her three years of Girl Scouts reassured her that it was indeed venomous.
She was going to die. She didn’t know how soon, she just knew she was going to die. If you heard that, would you not just bend down and cry? Scream? Grab the snake that bit you and kill him?
Lily didn’t do any of those things. She just pulled down her sleeve and walked away, not looking at the bright green slithering demon that inflicted her with death.
She made it back to camp rather quickly, excited to see the people she loved again. She had only known them for a few weeks, when they discovered each other, elated to have found survivors.
They were all she had. Lewis, Charlie, Vicky. Everyone else Lily had once loved was dead. In fact, everyone was dead, practically.
And she would be dead too, soon.
”Hello.” It was Lewis. He greeted Lily with a smile.
”Hello.” She sat down beside him. Neither one of them questioned the whereabouts of Charlie or Vicky. They’d be back soon enough.
It was 10 hours later. Still no sight of them. Lewis and Lily were worried.
They called and called until their voices grew sore and blood pooled in their throats. Still no sight of them. Lewis stayed outside and kept screaming while Lily went to sleep. She was scared, praying that she didn’t die in her sleep. Not exactly for her sake, but for Lewis’. She didn’t want to imagine the pain he would feel if he was on his own.
The paranoia dilated and Lily finally managed to close her eyes, greeted with the warm promise of sleep.
When she awoke, she noticed a wet feeling at the bottom of her feet. Nervous, she leaped up to see what it was.
Blood was leaking into her tent from the outside. She almost threw up, and ran outside, praying that her assumptions were not true.
They were. Lewis was dead. His chest was open and severed, his eyes lifeless. It was a wolf, it had to be. The tears in his chest were only some that fangs could create.
Vicky and Charlie were missing. Lewis was dead. And she would be too, soon. It was a depressing thought. She thought they had hope, that they could restore humanity, they could create civilisation, after the apocalypse.
She hoped that Vicky and Charlie weren’t dead. They could work together. They could survive. Maybe they would find other survivors and live safely for the rest of their lives.
Lily looked over at Lewis’ corpse and lay beside him.
”Guess we’re both dying here, then. I’m sorry, Lewis. We didn’t deserve this. Wish we’d have just died in the apocalypse, with the rest.”
She died a few hours later.
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Venom. Ruthless, right?
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