Zombie Apoc-fur-lypse (Part 3)
Here it is! The third part of the series! Right now, I just want to thank everyone who watched, favorited, rated, or commented at any point in either of my series back on my other account. So I'm just going to hopefully continue this series again and I apologize profusely to everyone who followed me over the course of my writing for having made you wait so long. However, it wasn't in vain because I said I was going to start it back up and here it is! This took forever because I barely had time to work on it but I'm very glad to have gotten it finished. Enjoy chapter 3 of my Zombie Apoc-fur-lypse series!
I woke up from a deep sleep after what felt like a lifetime of sleeping next to John and looked around. I quickly became aware of a loud, constant banging on what sounded like the front door. I looked over at John and saw his head on my chest; arms wrapped around me and practically cuddled up in my lap. Smiling at the sight, I tapped his shoulder gently with the paw that was around his shoulders, trying to wake him up. He shifted a little bit and sat up groggy eyed but instantly became alert at the banging on the door. "Dalavin...what's that?" He said nervously. I stood up and walked into the other room and was greeted with the sight of a half broken door with zombified arms reaching through accompanied by growling and other guttural noises. I quickly walked back into the other room and picked up my bow and quiver, trying to remain calm. "John, I think you might want to get ready for a fight," I said almost quietly, though I knew not why since it made no difference anyway.
I walked back to the doorway to assess the damage so far, and saw a couple zombies actually standing in the room. My eyes widened and I took a step back, trying not to make noise, but of course, I stepped back onto a full bag of unopened chips. I felt the bag under my foot before it fully stepped down. I shut my eyes, bracing for the explosion like sound of the bag popping. It came much louder than I thought it would and we both flinched at the sound. I quickly grabbed my bow and quiver from the counter we had been leaning against and quickly threw the quiver over my shoulder, pulling out an arrow and laying it on my bow string, quickly bringing it up to full draw...all in the space of a few seconds. My eyes focused on the zombies I had seen and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of them walking towards me, uttering guttural sounds while the others hitting the door hit my ears like a dull heartbeat. I did my best to ignore my fear and I released the arrow I had drawn, sending it straight into the forehead of the leading zombie. My paw moved quickly, laying another arrow on the bowstring as I yelled to John, "Quick, grab something before those things break through the door and toss me something." I released another arrow as I saw John out of the corner of my eye scrambling to get to our bags. I was about to release another arrow but, unfortunately, I wasn't paying attention to what was in front of me and I heard a growl. My paw tried to bring another arrow to draw but as I turned my head, I felt a blinding pain in the left side of my face and I fell to the ground, dropping my bow just out of reach and my arrow with it. In the background, I heard John cry out loudly and then there was a loud gunshot. By this time the zombie was on top of me and trying to bite me. Only sheer strength of my paws on its chest kept it at bay.
Over time, however, my strength began to fail against the unlimited strength of this zombie in front of me. It was a raccoon. About my height, and with natural colors, except for its eyes, which were bright red. This seemed to be a recurring theme with these things and I couldn't figure out why. Just as I thought the raccoon was finally going to overpower and bite me, I heard a gunshot and the zombie went limp. I shoved it aside and lay there breathing heavily, watching John standing there with his .45, still aiming right where the zombie had been, looking like he was in shock. I wanted to lay there for a long time, but now my face was aching where I supposed the zombie had hit me. At this point, John seemed to snap out of his trance and notice whatever was on my face. His eyes widened and he quickly ran over to me, dropping his gun. I smiled at his concern. "Don't worry about me. Are you okay?" I realized he was shaking uncontrollably. I quickly forgot about my own pain and a kind of panic hit me, not knowing if he was suffering from shock or something else.
I quickly wrapped him in a tight hug and held him close, trying to comfort him as his body shook like a leaf in my arms. "Yeah," he said shakily, "Yeah I'm alright. Just-...Just worried was all." I began petting his head as he lay next to me and spoke to him in a quiet voice. "Well there's no cause for worry anymore. I'll be fine and I'll make sure to keep you safe." I said this with a whole lot more confidence than I felt, and I started thinking. I had almost died and John had to save me! How could I be sitting here telling him that I would protect him when I couldn't protect myself? As much as I wanted to be telling the absolute truth, I was slowly starting to realize that what I said was losing its truth with each passing second.