The Undead by Guy N Smith

Author:Guy N Smith [Smith, Guy N]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Horror
ISBN: 9781907846311
Publisher: Black Hill Books
Published: 2011-09-30T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN - HARBINGERS OF DOOM

Donna O'Brien had cried for two whole days and she only stopped now because there were no more tears left inside her, an empty twelve-year old vessel that bulged with bitter wine. Auburn haired with eyes of a greenish hue, she had the kind of build that would probably run to fat in later years.

Grief and hate merged. She was barely old enough to remember her mother's death except that she had been moved to Mrs Flaherty's caravan thereafter, her father preferring to transfer his responsibilities. She'd never really loved her father, at least she didn't think so. He'd always been around the camp though, brought her presents from time to time when he went into town. And suddenly he wasn't around anymore. That was when she suddenly missed him.

If he'd died in any other way it wouldn't have been so bad, but she'd watched his death struggles in horror, no detail spared her by the light from the blazing vehicles; the gash in his side, the blood pouring from his mouth in that unrecognisable face. Holy Mother, she'd've got her own back on those louts if the police hadn't come and taken them away. Even so she was still trying to work out some plan of revenge but at the moment she couldn't think of anything.

Towards evening she wandered away from the camp. Suddenly it was no longer home, didn't mean anything to her anymore. She didn't know where she would go, maybe she wouldn't come back. Mrs Flaherty wouldn't care if she didn't.

She headed into the woods because there was nowhere else to go and she didn't like wandering along the lanes. Sometimes you met people who stared in a hostile manner as though you had no right to be there because you came from the encampment.

So Donna found a winding path that took her into the deep woods where it was almost like night. She didn't worry about food. She hadn't eaten for the last twelve hours and she still didn't feel hungry but when she did she knew which herbs were edible; not that there was much growing in Gabor Wood except one or two species of fungi but she could always go and search the fields and hedgerows. She was wearing the green dress that Mrs Flaherty had given her, and walked barefooted because the soles of her feet had hardened over the years so that whenever she wore shoes they hurt her.

She felt uneasy, almost as though she was being watched but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything now that her father was dead. No plans, just wander aimlessly, eat from the wild, drink from the streams. Nothing else. Ever.

It was almost too dark to see now and she was beginning to feel tired, remembered also that she had not slept since that awful night. She peered around, looked for somewhere to lie down. At length she found a thick carpet of pine needles beneath some giant ferns and stretched herself out.

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