The Hunt Chronicles (Volume 1): Awakening
“Her gaze slowly lifted toward my bay window, and I could see one eye through her disheveled hair. Her gaze locked onto mine and sent a hair rising shiver down my spine. Her eerie glare temporarily paralyzed me. To say she gave me the willies would be a severe understatement. Her right hand came up clutching a spade. It wasn’t a normal shovel, but had a long and thin blade like the ones used to dig narrow holes or ditches. Even with the rain beating against it I could see dried blood and fl...esh matted on the metal.
She whipped her head up, flinging her hair behind her. I recognized her. It was the girl from the top of the hardware store. But her face wasn’t dirty or camouflaged as I’d suspected earlier. There were gouges and scrapes along her cheeks and forehead. Some were scabbed over, but still bled. The blood, red blood, was diluted from the rain and streamed down her face and dirty nightgown. The clothing was torn and smudged with blood and grime. She was close enough for me to see the whites of her eyes. The same purplish tracers that plagued the undead streaked around her irises. Even her skin had a strange completion. Not the same as the rotting skin of a zombie, but tinted with strange purple-blue veins etched around what visible skin I could see. Holding my breath, I quickly shut the curtain. I ran over and grabbed my gun belt and hurriedly put it on. Then I grabbed the large sledgehammer and moved back to the window.MoreLess
She whipped her head up, flinging her hair behind her. I recognized her. It was the girl from the top of the hardware store. But her face wasn’t dirty or camouflaged as I’d suspected earlier. There were gouges and scrapes along her cheeks and forehead. Some were scabbed over, but still bled. The blood, red blood, was diluted from the rain and streamed down her face and dirty nightgown. The clothing was torn and smudged with blood and grime. She was close enough for me to see the whites of her eyes. The same purplish tracers that plagued the undead streaked around her irises. Even her skin had a strange completion. Not the same as the rotting skin of a zombie, but tinted with strange purple-blue veins etched around what visible skin I could see. Holding my breath, I quickly shut the curtain. I ran over and grabbed my gun belt and hurriedly put it on. Then I grabbed the large sledgehammer and moved back to the window.MoreLess
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