Red Undead (Aussie Addition)

Red Undead

As the gum leaves on the forest floor danced in the wind, a girl with speckled cheeks skipped along between the never ending forests of eucalyptus. The girl held a basket tightly in one hand and continued to prance along a narrow dirt road, her two pigtails bounced on her back with every leap. The forest was quiet, one would even say too quiet, the only noise she could hear was her slow breathing and the sound of bottles softly clinking together. The dirt path led through the woods to the little girl's destination, her grandmother's caravan. Her grandmother was throwing a BBQ to celebrate Australia Day, Matilda had some nice cold VBs in her basket.

As the girl hummed the Australian anthem quietly to herself, she felt the air on her back go cold. The wind picked up and the gum leaves stopped prancing in the wind. The leaves were no longer dancing gracefully, they were being pushed and shoved around. The eucalyptus trees swayed and the wind grew louder, howling like a wolf under a full moon. She continued skipping in the cold harsh wind, if there was a storm coming she would have to turn back but.... the thought of a delicious barbie was too strong! The succulent beef patties and juicy pork sausages in a soft roll... yum!

Thick dark grey clouds covered the sky, as the howling grew stronger, a blur of orange fluff came across Matilda. As the blur and wind nearly knocked her over, she slowly put her hand in her basket and withdrew a silver shiny dagger. The ball of fluff once again flew past her and off onto the other side of the road. She just had to ignore it and keep on going. She felt a few flecks of rain touch her speckled cheeks, she was scared but she didn't want whoever was stalking her to think she was weak. Whoever was stalking her picked the right time. Matilda's stomach dropped. She started shaking so badly that that one point she nearly dropped the dagger. She bent down to catch the falling dagger and quickly stored it up her sleeve. Her walk suddenly became a run as the rain got heavier and the orange blur returned to planning its attack and psyching its opponent out. Then Matilda stopped, right in the middle of the path. Matilda listened quietly for a second and then heard a deep long growl, a lot like a dog's growl.........."A DINGO!", she screamed.

Her voice startled the dingo, and it ran across the path and dove straight into a Bottle Brush. Matilda looked straight ahead of her, down the path to see the orange blur, the dingo, in a squatting position, ready to attack, she reached down her sleeve to draw her dagger. The game was on!

As the dingo started its sprint off with a leap, Matilda quickly shifted her position into an attacking stance, ready to make the kill. Matilda really didn't want to kill the dingo just mildly hurt it so it would leave her in peace, so it learnt its lesson, but the nature of the dingos found in this gum forest was the reason that she felt like she had to kill. As the dingo was frantically progressing on Matilda, Matilda was ready. As the dingo leapt, time seemed to slow down, Matilda saw the dingos light orange belly as it dove straight towards her arm. With the swift movement of her hand, the cold silver blade penetrated the dingos muzzle leaving a big open gash. Another quick movement and this time it stabbed through the dingos leg. The dingo dove straight back to her arm this time catching her off guard, as it ripped the soft white flesh on her arm, vivid red liquid dribbled down her half mangled arm, and onto the path. With one more sudden movement the dagger stabbed through the dingos torso, and the dingo fell on the path with a CRACK, the dingo whimpered in pain.

Matilda heard the dingos heart thump, and saw the dingo's chest go up and down, with every shallow breath, the dingo moaned in discomfort. The dingo was nearly dead....

Matilda carved an unpleasant line in the dingos chest, as blood spilled all over the ground, the dingo closed its eyes as the end of its slaughter was only seconds away. Matilda ripped open the dingos pink fleshy stomach, the smell nearly burnt all the hairs in her nose. The slimy contents made its way onto the ground, first over Matilda's feet. As the warm gut-churning sludge made its way slowly over Matilda's feet she jumped up in disgust, over the dingo onto the other side. She placed her feet on either side of the dingo and seized its neck, pulling it backwards slowly and slowly, until she could hear an awful SNAP. Blood surged out of the dingos mouth and onto the ground, as its chest raised and fell for the last time, a yellow singlet slithered out into the puddle of guts and the slimy, bloody contents of the dingos stomach.

Matilda went over to the singlet and knelt down in the pool of sickening substances, Matilda collapsed, the taste of soft, rotten road kill was overwhelming. Matilda struggled to get up, but when she did, she slipped her hand into her basket and pulled out a brightly colored boomerang with a portrait of her grandma, her gran was next to her kelpie in a yellow singlet, shorts and had a VB in her hand.

She grabbed the yellow singlet from the puddle and threw it over her shoulder, picked up her basket and walked away into the forest, once Matilda was a fair bit away from the dingo she took her tank top off and put on the yellow singlet, as the red blood seeped through the yellow cotton, Matilda felt a few salty tears touch her cheeks, she loved her grandma, as bogan as one could get, they would hunt kangaroos and rabbits together, sing "Waltzing Matilda" around the campfire while cooking crocodile stew and doing Matilda's favorite activity, baking lamingtons. Matilda got up and started to walk home, the now red singlet would be a symbol to remember her bogan gran.