Surviving The End (The Academy: Ghostbird Series)

The end of being alone.

I sighed as I got up and made my way to the little attic crawl space next to my bed. I had pretty much turned it into a weaponry room my first three days here after finding a bunch of guns, amo, and a crossbow in the shed from whoever owned the house before us. I was lucky to find them. Although, I'm not so sure if I really wanted to know why they were in there.

Pulling out my crossbow and arrows I closed the attic up and made my way back to the window before unlocking it and opening it wide enough to fit my crossbow out of it so I could have a clear shot. I could see the curtains moving in the house across the street in the downstairs window. Oh great, now you've done it smart guy. They know you're there now. What an idiot. Sure enough, I watched as the undead began to shuffle towards the window and begin to try and push through. I heard a loud crack and realized the glass was beginning to give away as a blur of dark hair pushed the curtain aside and began to hammer up a piece of wood to the window. I heard another crack and quickly positioned my crossbow and arrow before drawing it back to my shoulder. I closed one eye and inhaled just as two of my targets lined up. I took aim and fired on an exhale watching as the arrow glided through the air strait into the back of both the undeads heads before they dropped down together, unmoving.

Two down, 5 to go.

The signaler finally got the board in place as I readied my next arrow. I continued my extermination of the undead until there was none left. I sat there observing the area, satisfied that I hadn't missed any threats before putting my crossbow away and making my way to the other side of the room to the trunk next to my bookshelf. I grabbed the last bottle of water from the trunk and split it between max's bowl and myself before reaching into the trunk again and pulling out a can of soup and doing the same.

Max quickly hopped off my bed and Nuzzled my leg before padding over to his bowls to eat. I sat down on the bed eating my soup and sipping on my water before putting on my converse and slipping out my half open window to collect my bucket from last night. I carefully made my way across the roof before looking inside. It was full to my luck, and completely drinkable. I grinned at the knowledge that I wouldn't have to leave the safety of my house to survive at least for a little while longer.

You see my house was basically a brick fortress. So it was technically unbreakable to the undead. I had boarded up all the windows other than my own and barricaded all the doors downstairs so anybody trying to get in would have a hard time doing so, and I would also have enough time to react with all the noise they'd be making giving me fair warning.

I was brought out of my musings when I thought I heard a soft grunt nearby. I froze, slipping my hand around the handle of the switchblade I kept in my back pocket before whiping around quickly while pulling it out and flicking it open.

Hmmm, nothing.

I stood there a moment longer just listening and checking the surrounding area before I put away my knife and picked up the bucket befire turning to make my way back into the house. I leaned into my room from outside and put the full bucket on my nightstand before carefully climbing back in through the window. "Look max, we've got fresh water boy." I informed my furry friend. There was no response and max didn't rush over to see me like he normally did, so I glanced at my bedroom door only to find it still closed before scanning my room. Freezing when my gaze landed on the floor next to my bookshelf.

There were boots.

Black boots.

And legs connecting to the boots. My eyes trailed up the faded jean clad, strong legs to a torso wearing a button down plaid baby blue, white and Grey shirt with the top three buttons undone revealing a strong, cut masculine chest and slightly tan skin. My gaze flicked up to the intruders face and my breath hitched in my throat as my green eyes locked on mishevious, playful brown orbs before taking in blonde hair that hung long enough to just touch his shoulders.

He was handsome. Breathtaking even. But still an intruder. So I did what any girl would do.

I screamed.

Now that probably wasn't the smartest thing to do because a soon as I screamed a series of other things happened.

First, The intruder jumped and pulled out his own knife, looking behind him at the bedroom door, as if that's where the danger was, all while making his way towards me quickly. That caused me to panic and I jumped hitting my head on the ceiling before falling to the floor where I promptly landed on my butt, which caused the intruder to turn to me and try to get near me maybe to assist me? Or you know cut me into a million pieces with the knife he was still clutching.

Second, while all this was happening I began to have a panic attack and my breathing- or lack thereof- was coming out in short pants and after hitting my head I was now beginning to see black spots.

And last but definitely not least, the site of the intruder quickly making his way toward me with a knife was the last straw before I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head and heard a bark before I was pulled into darkness.