"Right... well... if you or the others aren't back within an hour, then I'm coming to find you." She said.
"Ok... deal... now go back in there and try not to look so worried, because it will scare everyone else." I said hoping that I would be back by then, because I didn't want her wandering around just before it got dark.
"Okay... I'll try." Trudie replied. She seemed shaken by what I had told her, but I knew she could handle it. She appeared to be strong.
I nodded and then she left me out in the hallway alone. I went back to my room and got my coat and some weapons... a stick that Tim had sharpened for me, a knife and a gun. I packed them away in my backpack. I was terrified, but I had to find them. Something wasn't right, because they had all been gone for far too long. It seemed like an hour had passed since Jenny had patched up my wrist.
I walked outside. It was getting late and I knew it would be dark in a couple of hours, so I needed to do this now. I climbed over the fence and walked through a muddy, frozen field. It was snowing again. The coldness hit my cheeks. It was freezing and my ears were numb as the icy chilly air had got to them. I put my hand in my pocket and took out a woolly hat that I had kept there. I put it on and carried on walking.
I could see the smaller fence that Trudie had mentioned. When I reached it, I went through the gate and turned to my left, and then walked towards some snow filled trees. A clump of snow hit my right cheek as I pushed my way forward. The snow was falling more heavily as I dragged myself through to a clearing. I stopped and stared into the distance. I could see a building, but it was a long way from here. Was this where Tim had come with Shirley and the others? Why would he come here?
Weird stuff started to haunt my mind. I couldn't stop the thoughts from entering my head. I remembered my parents before they died. I remembered Cindy's death too. I felt that death was upon me. It was like a warning.
I felt as if a knife was about to go through me as I stood there silently. I was freezing up. My coat was soaked with white snowflakes and I was shivering wildly. My hands trembled as I didn't have any gloves on. The cold was eating me up and I knew I had to keep moving before it got too late.
I carried on through the clearing and walked some more until the cottage was more in sight. I saw a flicker of a light or a flame. It could be a torch I thought.
As I got closer, I thought I heard voices or some kind of sound, but then I looked behind me. Dozens of biters were chasing after me and I hadn't noticed until now.
I ran further, but I tripped over something. My backpack was hanging from my right arm. I tried to get it off so I could open it and get a weapon out, but as I turned to get up there was a ripped up biting creature behind me who was starting to pull on my leg. I screamed and screamed, hoping that someone would hear me. Both my hands were trying to push it away. I couldn't even get a weapon out of my bag.
I tackled the creature as best I could. I could see black eyes and bloody teeth aching for a piece of me and trying to get a bite out of me. Is this the end? Am I about to die?
The thoughts in my head about death whirled around like crazy in my mind as I screamed louder and louder. No one was coming! You will be dead soon! The voice in my head told me as I desperately tried to free myself.
34. Tim Sparks - Ditched
It was drearily cold, as I ventured outside. The moment I stepped through the cottage door, the icy wetness of the snow hit me. The weather was getting worse and that meant it would be harder for all of us. Heating was a problem lately as the generator back at the farm was playing up. Nick suggested he would take a look at it. I hoped he could fix it or at least solve what was wrong with it.
Standing outside, I could hear Jenny talking to Shirley about her mental state. She asked her questions relating to her past and her mentality. We were trying to get the gist of what she had suffered with in the past, but Shirley wasn't talking. I didn't know what to do. Every minute with Shirley was proving to be hard. I knew it was time for things to end, but I couldn't do it. I needed to think first. I didn't want to give up.
I took a swig out of the whisky bottle that I had stashed away in the barn and that I had retrieved before leaving there earlier on today. It felt good. The cold air didn't feel as harsh after the liquid entered my lungs. I was glad for it. I didn't drink as much as I had done before and I was careful to control my liquor these days.
Standing there alone, I looked up at the sky as darkness started to fall. I stared into the distance and thought I could see a figure. Not just that, there were a few biters coming towards the cottage. Oh no! More of those evil creatures!
I turned around to go back inside to warn the others when I
