draftA Chapter by Lena Rossmorefirst part. second part will be up soon!"Fear makes strangers of people who would be friends." -Shirley MacLaine Shadows fell at odd angles across the gargoyles that adorned the graveyard walls, creating an air of foreboding. Nyla crouched behind a large gravestone, a silver rifle in her hands. She watched as the grave robber dug into the ground using nothing but it's blood-stained arms. It's eyes were crazed; slightly demonic, and it didn't stop until it had reached the casket. Time. She abandoned her hiding place to leap in front of the cannibal, gun pointed and at the ready, but before she could even pull the trigger, a bullet had already lodged itself into the flesh eater's head. "Drop it." he was impossibly by her side already, his cold pistol digging into her temple until she obliged. She let her rifle drop to the ground, silently cursing herself for not being more observant of her surroundings. He kicked it away in one swift movement, all the while keeping his gun locked to her head. "I'm not here to cause any trouble." She made sure to not let any emotion drip into her voice; the killer instinct detected fear from miles away. "I'm sure you're not." When she heard his voice again she realised he was young, not more than a year or two older than her she guessed. She tried to get a good look at him but the cold metal against her forehead restrained her. "Let me go, and I'll leave in peace." Her fingers itched to grab the revolver stuffed down the back of her pants and blow his kneecaps off. "Not going to happen. You're coming with me." He finally stepped back then, and she was able to get a good look of him. As she had suspected he was young, seventeen, maybe eighteen. Underneath the black beanie he wore she could see bright orange curls desperate to be set loose. His eyes didn't have the hard, troubled expression most did after the cataclysm, but instead they carried humour, as if he found amusement in killing cannibals. He kept his gun pointed at her as he kicked the rifle up to his hands using his feet and slung it across his back. "Move." he gestured for her to precede him in leaving the graveyard. She weighed her options; if she tried to do anything now, he would blow her head off in a matter of seconds. She had to wait until they had left the graveyard and he had begun to trust her defeat. "Where are we off to?" she tried to keep her tone light, but her mind was in overdrive thinking of different escape routes. "You'll see." He chuckled darkly, finding amusement in what she assumed he thought to be a nice surprise. She manoeuvred around the half-erected gravestones scattered around the graveyard floor until they reached the wrought iron gates. With a single bullet to the giant lock and a shove on Nyla's part, the gates screeched open to reveal No Man's Land. Once an agricultural haven, No Man's Land had become a barren wasteland that served as a divider between the Upper Grove and the Lower Grove. In the limited light of midday, all Nyla could see was stretches of what looked like a desert littered with rubble. She didn't know how she would be able to escape from him without having to kill him first. "By the way," she turned to see him holding the revolver that had been concealed in her trousers moments ago, "Don't even think of running. There are minefields everywhere that will blow you away." His dark humour failed to lift her spirits. She closed her eyes in defeat. Now she had to do what Exodus had taught her; endure the punishment and look for a way to give it back in double doses. © 2012 Lena RossmoreAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on July 18, 2012 Last Updated on July 30, 2012 Tags: fantasy, dark fantasy, psychological, teen, teenage, love, romance, dark, apocalypse, zombie AuthorLena RossmoreLondon, United KingdomAboutJust another aspiring writer. "there's a hell of a good universe next door, let's go." Feel free to drop me a message and I'll be happy to do a swap, just read and review 'Century' as it's what .. more..Writing
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