The night was basked in a gorgeous glow from the full moon. The night was alive with death. The tree shadows cast eerie shadows on the ground, but this was all the same to the shadow that was slipping from tree to tree in the middle of the wildlife park. The figure slipped quiet as a fox down behind a bush and stayed perfectly still. She peeked over the edge of the limbs and saw what she had been looking for.
There were three targets
she could see all three lumbering across the forest. They hadn't spotted her yet, and when she was done
they wouldn't ever know she had been there. She reached behind her and pulled out a large black compound bow. It was heavy with a powerful kick to it
but it was her weapon of choice for this situation. From her quiver, she pulled an arrow. The arrow itself didn't look special, but she knew different. This arrow was tipped with blessed silver
nothing that she hit with this arrow ever got back up again. Placing the arrow carefully on the string, she pulled back. She felt the tension of the bow fight her as she pulled further and further back, until the string finally set.
"Forgive me," she whispered to the targets, though they couldn't hear her. In fact, if they could have heard her
it wouldn't have meant anything to them anyway
words mean nothing to zombies. "I have no choice
but I will end your suffering now. Your deaths shall be swift." She released the string.
The arrow flew with unparalleled grace and accuracy. There was a grunt and a moan as it went clean through the skull of the first zombie. It fell to its knees, and lay motionless. The other two paid no attention to their fallen comrade
they probably didn't even realize he had been killed. However, the sound of her bow firing off the first arrow had alerted one of them. It made a low growl and began lumbering over in the direction of the noise. The young archer was already drawing back her bow.
The beast fell; an arrow sticking through its eye socket and out the back of its head. The archer stepped out from her hiding place behind the bushes and made her way silently to the zombie. She reached and grabbed the arrow, carefully removing the deadly weapon from the zombies head. She was careful not to make too much noise so that the third zombie wouldn't notice her.
Zombies can't see
they hear, smell, and feel
that's it. She reminded herself.
She wiped the arrow on a wet cloth and then strung it from the bow once more. There was a pistol holstered to her waist that could have been much easier to use
but she didn't believe in wasting ammo. She pulled back on the bowstring until it set and pointed it at the zombie's head. Once she was sure she had a shot she whistled, causing the corpse to turn to face her.
"Rest in peace." She whispered.
The zombie didn't even have time to roar or moan as the arrow traveled through the bridge of his nose and out the back of his head. The rotting corpse fell to the ground with a sickening thump and lay motionless. The archer stepped forward and removed the arrow from the dead corpse and also from the first zombie she had shot. She went about her business of wiping her arrows on the cloth so that they were fresh and clean for later. It was a ritual she always went through after using them.
As she worked, she glanced up at the moon above her, full and luminescent. It was a gorgeous sight
the reason that she loved the night so much. There was nothing quite as comforting or mysterious as a full moon. It basked her in its heavenly glow and made her feel that much closer to heaven. She smiled up at it. It was a questioning smile, as if she were asking the moon to reveal its darkest secrets
to share with her the truth of its light
and its mystery. What a conversation she could have
if she could have one with the night.
"Dad is going to kill me when I get home." She whispered out loud. She thought about her dad and her hand went to her neck. She began to finger a small necklace around her neck
it was a tiny golden chain and hanging from it was a small golden cross. It had been a birthday present from her father and mother. As memories of her mother filled her mind, she grimaced and shook her head, trying to let go of those thoughts.
"I hope dad doesn't get too upset
he gets worried so easily." She whispered. "I had promised not to stay out so late this time too." As usual, she had been caught up in the thrill of the hunt. Besides, it really didn't matter to her what her dad said
tonight had been so eventful that she really didn't care. After all
she had to have at least ONE fun evening before school started up tomorrow. She shivered at the thought.
"Why can't I just stop going to school
I know all that I need to already." She whispered. As she spoke she heard a rustling and turned to see the three corpses were starting to decay. They were disintegrating and turning to dust before her eyes. Their bodies, now powder, drifted away on a calm and steady breeze. This was a common sight for her.
A zombie is nothing but a decaying corpse
once it is killed, the corpse completes the decaying process instantaneously. She remembered.
"From the dust we were made, and to the dust we return
amen." She said calmly. She strapped the bow to her back and stashed the arrows she had just cleaned back into their quiver. She walked out of the forest and passed the trees to get out of the park and into the open parking lot outside. The lot was completely empty with the exception of one lone motorcycle
an impressive silver colored Kawsakii Ninja motorcycle
a guilty pleasure to say the least. She grinned from ear to ear as she climbed on. She was careful to adjust her leather jacket and jeans before sitting down so that they would rub her while she rode. She started the bike and feeling it come to life under her brought her to life as well. She kicked off and rode of; her gorgeous brown hair flapping behind her wildly. The night was inviting her
and she wanted so desperately to answer that call.
Perhaps to any other girl or boy her age, the sight of zombies in the open would be a terrifying sight
but to Rebecca Anderson, this was just another one of her simple pleasures. She hated school, but instead preferred to go to church. She didn't have time for malls, unless she was killing zombies in them. Her opinion of a good time was riding through the night under a full moon, hunting down the hunters of the night. What more could a Nineteen year old girl want?