Flee Chapter 1. Brisbane

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And the adventure reblogs. XD Come with me on this one and slip me a thumbs up — or down. Be gentle, I R knot Wile E. Coyote tough.

Scenes of futures past

1. Brisbane

 

The redheaded Yank pulled his bow to a full draw and sighted over the arrow at the shambling horror that approached him.

Forty-paces away.

Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly.

Thirty paces and closing.

This was a fresh-dead human that could walk faster than the others of his kind.

Twenty paces.

His focus was a laser point as he aimed with instinct and he put the anxiety of the approach of death in a controlled area in his soul.

He waited, measuring the distance.

Fifteen paces.

The eyes of this once-human had not yet become milky. Its vision was nearly equal to a living person.

Once this was a handsome youth.

Five paces. It did not realize the threat of the living man and the bent wood and string he held.

The human loosed the arrow that flew straight and true into the left…

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