Death Awaits

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Someone's carrying me. My mind instantly travels to Dustin. Where is he? Is he okay? My heart starts to speed up. What if they got to him?

"Dustin." I groan due to the sudden wave of pain in my head. At the sound of my voice, the person abruptly stops. Their grip around me tightens.

"Alex? Hey." A low, soft, voice responds. Dustin. I smile, which causes another wave of pain.

"What happened?" I slowly whisper, trying not to hurt my head too badly.

"I don't know, I found you at the bottom of the slope, unconscious and bleeding." Dustin sighs.

"Oh." I respond, my hands finding their way around Dustin's shoulders.

After a few minutes of walking, he stops. "I'm getting tired and you out of everyone know how weak I am."

"That's okay." I open my eyes. "We should stop for today anyway."

Dustin nods softly, and begins to set me down next to a tree. The sun begins to set, leaving the sky a pretty shade of orange. "How long have you been carrying me?" I ask, resting my back against the tree.

"Almost all day." Dustin sighed, sitting down next to me. "I stopped every once in a while though." My eyes travel to his face. His blue ones are already staring at me. His black hair is a mess, due to never having a chance to comb it.

His lips curl into a smirk. "Are you checking me out?" He inquires, moving closer to me.

My cheeks become warm. "Perhaps." I reply softly.

He raises one eyebrow, smiling at me. "Don't worry love, I think you're beautiful as well." He winks.

My heart flutters at his words and my cheeks heat up even more. "Stop it, you're making me blush." I smile. Dustin chuckles, letting his tired eyes fall.

I smile to myself, causing some more nausea. I shrug it off and rest my head on Dustin's shoulder.

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"Morning, Sleeping Beauty." Dustin smirks. I roll my eyes.

"Good morning, Dustin." I yawn.

"How are you feeling?" Dustin stands.

"My head still hurts, but the sleep helped." I reply, fixing my knotted hair with my fingers.

"That's sorta good." He laughs, offering a hand. I gladly take it. He pulls me to my feet gently.

"What's the plan for today?" I question.

"Well we finally ran out of food; there's nothing in our bags. So, we need to go hunting." Dustin sighs. I nod. "Either we hunt or backtrack to the convenience store 2 miles South."

"Hunting it is." I frown, recalling what was back in that store. They were everywhere, there was barely an escape.

"That's what I thought." Dustin says, pulling a hand gun out of his bag and handing it to me.

"Thanks." I say, my head doing cartwheels. The gun fits perfectly in my grip, which is rare for me. My hands are slightly smaller than average, making it hard to find a weapon that will work.

Dustin nods, pulling his knife and gun out of his bag. Since Dustin's bag is bigger than mine, he keeps the guns and ammunition. My bag is smaller, so I keep things such as water and small amounts of food. For emergencies, I have a dagger strapped to my right leg.

"Ready?" He questions. I nod softly and begin to walk. "There's some wild strawberry bushes around. If we're lucky, we may be able to get a deer."

"Okay." I breathe, hoping my nausea will go away.

The sun is just beginning to rise, making the eerie silence of the forest even more creepy. It's so quiet here, you can hear your heart beating.

I look over to Dustin. "Alex, I know I'm beautiful, but you gotta stop staring at me or you'll trip." He jokes.

"Oh, shut up." I mutter and reach for his hand. He intertwines his fingers with mine. I can't tell if the feeling in my stomach is butterflies or vomit rising.

"So," I begin. "Where exactly are these bushes? I'm fracking starving."

"Just a little more up, and maybe we'll find something. If not, we'll just have to eat strawberries." Dustin explains.

"Sounds like a plan." I agree.

A couple of silent but comfortable minute later, we find the bushes. Dustin stops walking, pulling me to a stop with him.

"What?" I whisper, furrowing my eyebrows at him.

"Shhhhh! Look" he whispers, pointing to something. Despite my spinning head, my eyes follow his finger.

A deer. And a huge one too. "Oh my gosh." I whisper. "We could live a whole week on that thing, without hunting!" Dustin just nods, pulling his hand from my grip. I frown a little, causing more nausea.

He pulls his gun out in front of him. I hold my breath as he closes his non dominant eye for good aim. His pointer finger tightens against the trigger, causing a loud shot to erupt from the gun.

My eyes fly back to the Deer, just in time to see it hit the ground with a thud.

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So I read through my book and it needs some editing. Sorry in advance.