"Archery does not get difficult or hard to understand until the arrow misses."
Milan E. Elott - Preface to "Why We Miss"
The sound of distant gunfire was thinning rapidly, the waft of burning flesh now begin to be more pronounced, the screams of victims grew louder in the distance and it was getting harder to breathe for him.
"Oh, oh God. No." Bobby cried out softly as he fell back onto his bottom after emptying his breakfast and lunch earlier onto the ground. His fist was clenched in fear and realization that he had just killed a person. Even if it wasn't a living one probably, it was still a Human to him. He instinctively nudged the lifeless body infront of him with the toe of his sneaker gently once, then harder again.
"Hey, are you okays?" What a stupid question, of course you killed him. Hey, how about this. Maybe you should have let him eat you instead? Would you like that? His conscience nagged at the back of his head. It was right, to say the least. It was self defence on his term. And his attacker was already dead anyways, the lack of any sign of life in its face when it was trying to taste Bobby's un-delicious facial area.
As for another thing, he won't be getting back that arrow, that's for sure. The broadhead is too far into the skull as it was designed for hunting and cleaving through flesh and bone with ease. Extremely deadly but durable if used right. It was damn well more bang for buck compared to the lousy training arrows he had used for practice, those puny things tend to break much more easily. Besides, the Broad Head was alot more heavier and felt much more... Real.
Coming back down to his situation, Bobby wiped his lips and chin with the right shoulder sleeve of his shirt. No doubt his breath is going to smell like vomit and he himself probably smelled like dead meat. Literally.
He got back up and proceeded to step into a light jog straight to the edge of the field and up the stairs to the hall and corridor. There, he was greeted with an ungodly sight.
It was as if hell had broken loose in just the few hours he was out cold on the field beneath all the rubble of the shack moments ago. There were bodies laying everywhere, bodies of his fellow students and teachers alike. All ridden with bullet holes to the body with multiple exit wounds to the back. All with a blown off cranium, part of it actually as far as he could see around him. Not even the murals on the walls were spared. Just utter destruction and gore everywhere. He could see his favorite newly acquanted teacher sitting back on the wall of a school block, riddled with bullet holes and a nice chunk of his right skull blown off.
But then, Bobby began to notice what they all had alike. Grey skin, dead skin. Not the just-dead dead skin. It was the silver white dead-for-quite-some-time dead. He was no biology expert but he was damn sure skin do not decompose like that in such a short time. The degradation of the cells was phenomenal. No doubt if it was a different time, place, setting and maybe a different biology enthuiast, that person might be very fascinated by it. But now, it just made him throw up. Again.
Only this time, he had nothing left to vomit out. It was all hollow, just like the skulls of those around him. Bobby breathed in slowly through his collar, filtering the smell of decaying flesh and body around him. The army or whatever had just rolled through here, maybe to bring them all to safety. He didn't know.
There was a movement that caught his eye. He saw her, or it. Upon moving closer, he already knew who she is, and who the guy is on the floor. Just earlier, he could have sworn he thought the girl was giving head at a time like this. But alas, his somewhat small but perverted thought was crushed as he saw she was indeed giving head. Just not with the lips, but with her teeth. With the poor guy's crotch and ripped open belly.
She was probably the most prettiest girl in this school. Light blue eyes, dark hair and a slender body. A tiny bit bitchy according to the rumors. But still a beauty none the-less. Now, she is just reduced to an unhealthy complextion, bloodied face and hair. Munching on the dude's unfortunate family jewel area.
Wasn't her name Claudia or something?
"C-Claudia?" Bobby stammered. That caused a reaction from her, or it. She began to stand with wobbly legs and started limping towards him.
"Just, stop right there. I need you to stop for a second." He called out again, but he knew it was no use. She was a freaking zombie. But he wouldn't believe it just yet.
Even so, his right hand instinctively reached for his quiver and drew out a Field Tip arrow, nocking it without even looking at his bow string.
"Please, just stop right there." He pleaded and drew back his arrow, his aim sighted at her disfigured and once-beautiful face. "Please." His hands trembled slightly now. "I am warning you!" Bobby called out again, his brow furrowing in disbelief and panic.
With a heavy heart, he released the shot.
It had pierced her heart cleanly. The shaft stuck half way in and the tip protruding from the back. But she- it kept on its pace towards him. She was now just 15 paces from him. He was struck with horror, watching with his mouth wide open at the girl, the walking dead girl that was shambling towards him slowly with a limp. His pupil had dilated as well. It was impossible that she is still walking! Let alone standing!
Bobby drawn out another field tip again and nocked it. He shook his head and prayed in silence to God for forgiveness. Forgiveness at what he would be doing, forgiveness at this merciless murder as he drew back the arrow and anchored it to his chin.
"I'm sorry." He whispered softly and released the arrow, this time it landed right between her eyes. Jerking her head back from the impact and her body followed suit with a soft thump when her lifeless body fell back onto the hard floor of the open corridor.
Without another moment to spare, he bolted. Towards the front gate of the school, away from the horror that was behind him. Dead teachers, bullet ridden school mates, and away from his murder 'victim'.
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