Those Who Remain - The Complete Trilogy (Book 1-3): A Zombie Apocalypse Box Set by Santa Rosa Priscila

Author:Santa Rosa, Priscila
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-01-17T18:30:00+00:00

THE HUNTER’S DAUGHTER IX

January 8th, Friday, 2 pm

My feet rise above the snow as I follow the tracks on the ground. I try my best to forget the cabin I left behind. To forget our home, abandoned, freezing and covered by darkness. Our kitchen’s cabinets open and bare. The bunk bed without sheets. The propane gas tank that fueled the stove gone forever. Nobody is living there anymore. He left nothing behind.

Except me.

Father’s gone and we’ll never see each other again.

Like Danny said, I could track him if I wanted. He left by car and didn’t even bother to hide the tire marks. But what good would that do? Father will never change. Never once in his life did he admit he was wrong. Everything Danny said was true, no matter how much I want to deny it. I was blind to his faults, blind to his manipulations and the years of lies.

What hurts me the most is the realization that he left without even trying to fix things. To apologize. I wasn’t even worth the trouble. The worst thing is that despite all that, I still hope he’ll come back to me. I hate myself for that. I hate that I almost feel guilty for leaving him behind.

Here I am, moping around again. This won’t do. I need to follow my own advice and get over it. So I focus on tracking.

I find footprints that are too small for an adult, with a more erratic movement pattern than the previous ones. There’s more than one human wandering in the woods? A lost kid, alone and confused? Maybe even…

The idea of finding a little boy or girl turned into one of Danny’s zombies tightens my chest. Even after months dealing with infected people, I guess I haven’t really considered the possibility children also could be like that.

I ignore Danny’s questions on why the rush. I don’t tell him about this. I don’t want to worry him without really knowing for sure. And I need to know for sure.

For an hour, I follow the small prints in the snow. The kid stopped to rest twice, finding support against a tree and smashing leaves and twigs on the way. A strong smell of vomit tells us that we are closer than I expected.

Someone is feeling sick.

“Lily, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know yet.”

We move faster. I have a bad feeling about this, especially when the tracks circle around and take us back to the edge of town. Sick or zombie, the kid managed to find Redwood. I frown at the huge hole in our wire fence; a pole has fallen over with the weight of accumulated snow and yesterday’s strong winds. It’s supposed to be electrified, but since the generators are low on fuel, it probably stopped working during the night.

I crouch over the last set of prints, comparing my hands to its size.

That’s when we hear shouts. I bolt in the direction of the noises. Not even a block from where we were, I spot two kids standing together on a front porch.

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