The kickback was stronger than Arryn expected. She watched as the bullet missed the intended target; instead, it hit the ground right beside the undead child. The weighted gun seemed to turn into butter as she tried to keep hold of the weapon. Securing a grip on the weapon once again, she took aim. A wisp of smoke spiraled upwards from the tip of the gun.
Trinity was kicking at the bloodied boy as she scrambled backward. The noise from the gunshot had distracted him long enough for Trinity to weasel her way out of his grip. He was in hot pursuit, crawling ravenously towards her. He had no intention of letting his food get away.
Preparing for the kickback this time, Arryn planted her feet. She adjusted her aim for the moving boy's head and let out a deep breath. She pulled the trigger.
The sound of the gunshot was shortly followed by a squelching noise. The bullet hit the child on the left side of his hairline. His crawling stopped. Black blood pooled out of the bullet wound. A puddle formed on the ground. The boy began heaving until a tar-like liquid poured out of his mouth. The two liquids mixed together, forming a black sludge as the young boy collapsed into the puddle.
What have I done?
Instant regret washed over her. She had taken a life. A kid was never going to grow up because of her. But at the same time, a feeling of relief filled her. She had saved Trinity's life.
A loud thud ripped her attention off the twitching child and over to the door. Trinity's father had finally pulled himself through the door, losing half of his body in the process. He hit the ground hard; black liquid flying off in various directions upon impact. His intestines followed him to the ground with a loud splat.
"Daddy!" Trinity screamed at Arryn's feet. She too had turned her horrified gaze off of the now motionless boy and onto her father.
"Trinity, that's not your Father anymore. We need to go."
She could hear a sniffling below her. Her eyes drifted downward for a brief second to see Trinity with her hands covering her eyes.
The repetitive sound of a slap followed by a dragging noise overtook Trinity's sobs. Hesitantly, she glanced up to see Trinity's Father pulling his mangled body forward towards them. A trail of dark smeared liquid glistened in the light behind him.
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Dog Days: Book OneHorror
On the day her life was supposed to begin, everything started to fall apart. Eighteen-year-old Arryn Lycaster just graduated high school. With aspirations of becoming a veterinarian and a supportive boyfriend, she's ready to take the next step forw...