posted on Dec, 3 2012 @ 11:15 PM
She gasped again, as she splashed the icy cold water against her face once again. Kneeling beside the cold February stream, ice striated across the
surface, she trembled.
She had just killed a man, and she was only sixteen.
Her father was a druid, ages ago, before everything collapsed, but he had told her what was going to transpire, and prepared her. She learned to
shoot guns during her childhood, and after the bullets ran out, her father taught her how to make bows from willow branches and and how to fletch
arrows from bird feathers. At ten yards, she could throw a knife to bullseye.
The man was going to rape her. She knew it, and she took his life, a predisposed jury with no appeal, and she felt dirty. She had slit his throat,
and watched his blood pour from his neck, with his pants around his ankles, while his member stood firm. She felt dirty because he never saw the
knife slide from the sheath behind her right hip.
One more splash of water brought her back to reality. She was alone.
Her father maybe dead, but she didn't know for sure. The mob at the last town had surrounded them as they foraged for supplies, and her father told
her to RUN as the crowd surrounded them. He had taught her to flee to survive, and she ran like the wind.
Now she was alone. She was going back, to hunt, and kill them one by one. She would find her father, or avenge his death.
She found the town, and hid in the shadows. She located her father, a withered butchered husk of the man he once was. He was still alive, barely,
and when he noticed her peering into his cell, he hissed at her. She left him there, and waited till nightfall.
She whispered, then, into the dark, "Dad!"
"Are you crazy?" came the response from the darkness.
She heard him slight across the floor, knowing he had slipped his bonds, but was weak from hunger. To her, it mattered only to get him away from this
hell, and she would spend her last breath to rescue him. He got captured to allow her to escape. It's about family now, she thought. He's all I
She slipped the lock, and reached into the cell to extract her father, giving him a brief hug while he gasped in pain. She offered her shoulder, and
he took it as they slipped off into the night, trudging silently along, away from the hell that reality had become, and off into a world uncertain.