Day's Darkness [UNDER EDIT]

Day Ten

Day Ten

The bike rumbled as it pulled to a stop. A big lumbering figure swung his leg off the bike, walked away from the bike and removed his sunglasses. It was a grey day, and he rubbed his large hands together, and turned his head back to the bike. 

“Hey, Seren!” he called out, his deep voice vibrating against his throat. The small figure walked up towards him, hood up, and he could barely see her face. She stood beside him, and looked out together. They had been travelling for at least 2 days, driving off the main roads and on the old country ones. It eventually left them near patches of farming land, and besides a couple of livestock still roaming around, it seemed deserted. They pulled to the side of the rough dirt road, and the two of them overlooked downward hill, with a tiny cottage sitting in the middle of this large field.

He pointed with his thumb towards the house, a playful grin spreading on his face.

“Wanna go raid it?” 

Seren pushed past him, hurdled herself over the metal gate and made her way down through the long grass towards the house. Cohen chuckled as he followed her and held his chainsaw up, guarded it with his life. 

The cottage up close was very cute. Rose vines circled the rim of the door, giving it a sense of homeliness. Cohen managed to catch up to Seren before she opened the door. He stopped her, and strode in front of her.

“Step aside,” he commanded mockingly. “I’ll do the man’s job.”

She didn’t argue back. Cohen had only known this girl for a couple of days and he already knew she wasn’t the talking type, or argued. He was a tiny bit afraid of her, though he would never admit it, because she was the scary silent type. Serious, deadly and actually had an idea of she was doing in this disaster of a world. Cohen on the other hand was playful; a flirt; cracked jokes whenever the opportunity represented himself, and never took things seriously. But being with this chick made him double-guess himself, and he often felt childish and immature when in her presence.

He stepped forward, and Seren stepped to the side. He gently turned the door handle, and let the door open on its own. It creaked as is swung open, and he popped his head inside.

“What the hell?”

He motioned Seren to follow him, and she did.

The first thing she saw in the middle of the room was a dead cow.

It just lay there on its side, its body half skinned off, and smelt of fresh meat. Cohen raised the chainsaw, held it like a double handed sword, and a defenceless Seren lagged behind him. They inspected the cow, circling it. He told her to wait as he went to check the kitchen. Seren took the opportunity to really take a good look inside. The house was more like a shack, a large shack. The main entrance was the living room, the bedroom and the dining room in one. She saw the double bed, perfectly made, like someone woke up out of that bed that morning. The cow took up most of the room, a TV set knocked over on the floor, and the sofa pushed up against the wall.

Someone has been here, she thought. Very recently.

There was a shout from the kitchen. Seren jumped over the cow towards the kitchen door when Cohen came running out. The two collided on impact and fell, and she got up first, pulling him up.

He panted as his hand was being pulled. “There… is…”

Seren hurdled over the cow and bolted her way through the main entrance, only to hear another shout from Cohen. She turned back, and saw that he had tripped over the cow, face-planting on its underbelly. She sighed as she ran back in to assist. But she stopped as she saw the figure standing over him.