The Shattered World Part 3 - Hunting Time

Thank you, Mark, for your earlier post. I haved gained some time, but if it runs out I will have to/haved saved this post as a draft for later use.

"Rebs', pack up! We're going on a hunt for supplies."

It was Christian, the leader of the group. Every few days, he would organise a search for any supplies that might still be out there. No-one was worried about a shortage, so long as they only took what they need.

"Sure, who else is coming along?"

Rebecca very rarely got to go along on these hunts, as she usually messed something up or wandered off. She was getting better, but dragging a heavy bag filled with food and water behind her was a very boring task. She oly really went to get outside the SafeHouse, as it was known.

"Err...John and Sarah. Tommy and Emily are staying behind to look after the House. We don't want to come back to a pack of Zombies, do we?"

Rebecca shook her head in agreement. The searches were always carried out in full sunlight, but winter was close and the days were getting shorter. The Zombies had begun to get restless, searching for life in the wasteland. More and more tracks were found with every hunt.

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"You will take her to me."
"No, I won't betray my friends!"
"You must, she IS the one."
"Stop it!"
"You WILL take her to me."
"Shut up!"
"No, you shut up! Remember what happened to poor David? How he died?"
"It wasn't my fault..."
"Your fault?! YOUR FAULT?!? YOU were the one who pulled the trigger, remember? It was YOU who sent David to the grave."
"Please, just stop..."
"No. You were born to be what you are, born to serve ME, and no one else."
"Ok. What do you want me to do?"...

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"Rebecca, you got the pack?"
"Yeah, it's right here."
"Ok, we're moving back now."

It was getting dark. Rebecca, Christian, John and Sarah had finished collected supplies and were about to begin the trek back. They had brought weapons and ammunition along to fend off any early attacks from Zombies. Although no attacks had happened over the last few weeks, it was still security to have a fully loaded pistol each.

"Wait, what is that?"

It was Rebecca speaking. Keen as ever to look around, she had noticed a pair of gleaming eyes in a shadow not far away. Too bright to be a Zombie, so it could only be..

"The Robed Figure! Run!"

As Christian yelled this, Yarofev quickly ran forward. He was well known and feared by all wanderers who roamed the wastelands, yet always pursued by the Zombies that could never get it into their dead minds that he was dangerous. Everyone turned and ran, fear pulsing through their shocked minds. If they didn't reach the SafeHouse before night had fallen, they would surely be killed by either Yarofev or any Zombies that had sensed something.

Rebecca tripped. She had turned to see how far Yarofev was behind her, and screamed when she realised he was only catching up, and then fallen over a block of rubble obscuring her path. She quickly got up again, and saw no sign of Yarofev behind her. She was curious, knowing that Yarofev could easily have caught up with her and killed her. Now that silence had returned, she heard nothing. Nothing, except the faint patter of feet behind her. Rebecca turned slowly to face the Zombie that had come out for an early meal...