Creative Writing: Dead Moon Rising

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"Dead Moon Rising" Ellie was running through the woods as fast as she could, her heart pounding with each step. The red glow from the fire and sound of gunshots fading behind her. Ellie was only 14,with her hair a rusty red color, which was thrown back in a pony tail. Her eyes were a bright green. She has been surviving the zombie apocalypse for 3 years now with her father, Joel, until now. Their home has been raided by bandits. Their supplies stolen, their house burned to a crisp, and her father had sacrificed his own life to save her from the bandits. As she ran through the thick, wet brush, her breath heavy and short, all Ellie could feel was fear. Fear and confusion of how she will survive in this dreadful world alone... After …show more content…

“You don’t happen to have a first aid kit or anything, do ya? I think my arm is getting worse.” she said as she grabbed her arm. “Thank God Arvo is dead, That stupid kid… I’d like to put a bullet in him” she said as she gritted her teeth. “No I don’t, but we’ll find something we can use.” Ellie said. They walked for what felt like hours until they were both completely exhausted. They found an abandoned two story house, where they could be safe for the night. Clem pulled out her gun and slowly opened the door. It was dark, but it seemed empty. “See anything?” Ellie said quietly. Clem’s eyes tried to adjust to the darkness. “Not really, but stay on your …show more content…

Clementine looked up. “Looks like a storm is kickin’ in. Good thing we found this place.” Ellie put her hands out in front of the fire. “Yeah, but we can’t stay here forever.” She said in a disappointed tone. Clem sighed quietly. Ellie then pulled something from beside her. “I found this while i was gathering material to burn.” It was a first aid kit. Clementine smiled, “Good, now i can fix this.” She said happily as she grabbed her own arm, which was starting to swell up. “Thanks, Ellie,” She said as she reached for the kit. Ellie opened it. “Here, i’ll take care of you.” “You don’t have to do that,’’ clem said. “Of course i do. You’re my little sister, remember?” Clem started to giggle as she pulled up her sleeve to show Ellie her the bullet wound. “Yeah, Just like old times...” About an hour had passed and the two girls were trying to get some sleep, but neither of them could. Clementine’s arm still stung with pain, and Ellie was too cold and upset to even think about sleep. But after what felt like forever, they both finally managed to doze

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