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thnk u everyone that read the short lil intro and enjoyed it.
and
u guessed it!!
as u can c by the title mr. grimes will b making an appearance!!!!!
yes i know so early shoot me again.
but itll go with the story.
yall gonna love this chapter
leggo!!!
Juniper;
I slowly lower my aching body into the cool water.
Thanks to the little stream behind the cabin, I managed to pour myself a cold bath.
Good thing it's august and outside feels like hell or else I would freeze solid.
I lean back, lower my head into the water and open my eyes.
What remains of the ceiling in the crumbling cabin through the water and the silence soothes my buzzing brain.
I come up for air and realize I'm completely alone with my thoughts.
"Why are you here?" They say.
"You know what you've done."
"Stop."
"Remember..."
"NO!"
I shoot up into a sitting position; then I heard them.
"They're coming."
"Who's coming?!"
"WHO'S COMING?!"
The moans.
The dead were coming.
I rush out of the bath in fear and throw my clothes over my wet body.
Bra, underwear, shorts, shirt, fuck the socks, shoes.
Everything else gets shoved in the bag I keep in the hall.
"Go! Now!"
I swing open the door, grab my bag and look up just in time to see the first one shove itself through the broken window, and I do the first thing that comes to mind.
I dig in my bag to find my last bottle of white wine and smash it against the wall.
"Look up."
I stab the first one in the eye with remains on the bottle.
Meanwhile, my other hand is still digging in the bag for the box.
There's a second, third and I'm still fighting them with a mangled bottle, I finally pull the matchbox from my bag and shakily remove a match.
I slam the bottle down on a fourth and scrape the match against the side of the box.
The fire absorbs my thoughts and I throw the match towards the puddle of alcohol.
"Turn and run."
I run for the back door and shakily turn the handle and jump from the balcony to the bottom, and turn around just in time to see my cabin go up in flames.
I stand on the slope, shocked, as if my whole past just got engulfed in the inferno.
Then I do what my thoughts tell me to do; run.
