The Darkness, Sabrina Royal [reading cloud ebooks TXT] 📗
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Hunching over, she grabbed the old man by his legs and dragged him out of the house. As she passed the living room, she saw a bill with the name "Mitchell" addressed on it. .Knowing the person whom she killed made her feel less guilty and remorse washed over her. As soon as she was outside, she tossed the lifeless body down on the ground beneath her
"I guess I shouldn't feel guilty. If I started feeling guilty now, than each obstacle that I will come across will become harder and harder." Her fingers ran through her curly hair and she sighed
"Let the crows eat you alive. Let people find this as a warning. Let them think that ret her was a battle between good and evil. I will claimed this as my home until I need to escape. " she exclaimed, looked at the figured and smile sadly. "Thank you, Frank." she whispered before locking the door.
Walking back to the bedroom, she locked the door this time and pulled all the guns out so she could sleep with them. There will be no more mistakes.
"When I am desperate, I will become as strong as gold" she said before tiredness washed over her.
Chapter 5: When There Is Light, There Is Darkness
In the morning, Gabriella awoke to not hear one single bird chirping. She was used to hearing the twittering outside her windows, but now...she heard silence. Surely the birds could not be dead as well, but she remembered that it rained blackness and the birds were probably poisoned by such actions.
Getting up, she stretched her aching body in the covers. Last night was such a rushed. Many things happen that she didn't want to comprehend. She could sit back and cry, but she needed to be strong. This was the battle of the toughest. Only the weak will die and the strong can survive in such barbaric era now.
Turning her head, her gaze locked on the sky outside her window. Something was different. The sky was not blue but red. It seems to captured her attention and caused her body to moved toward the door and opened it. As she walked outside, she stopped. Everything looked like she passed through the gateway of hell. She knew she did not go through such doorway, but that is what the appearance of life took on. Everything that laid on the earth was jet black. The grass, trees, cars, and even Mitchell that was on the grass still dead. It was all black. The rain wasn't a water but it was a stain. God left a stain on the earth and stains are normally removed. Was this a way of God saying he will remove life and start anew? She wasn't sure she hope that to be true or not because she was now considered a stain. She continue to gaze into the bleak redness of the sky.
The red horizon was the same color as the eyes of freaks, she noticed. It looked like blood.
"Why?" She could only said as she stumbled over blacken grass.
"I have come to turns with the zombies but why must new obstacles keep being thrown at me" she screech into the sky and soon all the anger that she has been holding in needed to be release. In the far corner was a broken down Mercury
car. Taking all the pent up frustration she had, she started to kick in the side doors until there was nothing much but huge dents. When that was done and she was happy, she climbed onto the hood and broke the glasses. The shattering of the glass reminded her of her shattered dreams and futures of being a chef. She wanted to be something her mom would be proud of. She wanted to be like her mom. Now that she was considered a stain, she couldn't be one anymore.
"I...AM...NOT.. A...STAIN!"
She screamed, making a huge racket that could be heard from the distance.
"I felt like I released all the tensions from my shoulders." she said and sat there staring all into the distance. The view was nothing exciting in particular. Down the road was a forest. The trees were black and it was nothing but shadows. She figured it would not be safe to go in an area where she did not know what was inside. Turning her head around, she looked around and caught something behind the house.
Standing up, she walked toward it. What caught her attention was a statue drenched in black. It was an angel that face looked horrified and distorted from the black rain. Could this be an omen, she thought. Could an angel that look like it is crying black tears be an omen from God? Bri's eyes slowly traveled down it and she began to walked around it until she comprehended that it was a grave.
"Really? A GRAVE?!" She spoke into the air and turned around to see that there was an old grave yard behind her house. "So my neighbors are dead and I am fearing from the undead. Is my life becoming a horror comedy or something?" A laughter erupted behind her that made her turned around sharply to see an older man with brown hair that was dyed black from the rain and ripped buttoned down. On first glance, he look to be friendly and he held his hands up in defense.
"I come in peace..." he said and stop walking.
"There is no more peace."
"Yeah, that is true, young lady, but I come in peace. "
"Prove it. Drop all your weapons onto the ground."
"Fine... No harm in doing that. " he said and removed the guns that rested on his hip.
"And the one on your back . " crossing her arms she waited patiently.
"Smart lad..." he smiled and reached behind him to grabbed a small handgun and toss it onto the stack of guns.
"What do you want?"
"I want a place to stay at until everything dies down." She thought about this and looked at him. She knew that she cannot trust that smile that did not reach his eyes.
"What will let me know that you are trustworthy to be around?"
"Well, how do I know you are trustworthy to be around?" he redirected back that caused her to stare agape at him and she quickly fixed her composer.
"Fair enough... " Slowly walking over to him, she picked up his guns and walked toward the house. She then put them under the long dresser in her room.
"He won't be able to find this," she whispered.
Walking back outside, she noted the man was still there and he looked miserable. She had to realized he been through the same journey as she and he probably just wanted to sleep. Kindness erupted in her heart and she thought that maybe she could let him stay. Having a male around could be a good thing, she thought.
"Okay, you can stay, but you sleep in the living room."
The man smile, yet again the smile did not reach his eyes, and shook her hand.
"Thank you, young lady! My name is John and I am so happy you gave me a place to stay!"
"Yeah, don't worry about it." she said and removed her hand from his. She did not know who to trust anymore, but company couldn't hurt. Turning around, she headed into the house and the man followed in. He then looked around the house and his facial expression turned into disgust as he looked at his surroundings. Then it changed into anger. He must had realized she was staring at his face and quickly covered it with a false happiness. She was beginning to wonder if it was really a right thing to let him in.
"We have food in the kitchen. I'll make you some can peaches. It is the only thing we have...and I think we have brandy as well. " she said and went to served food like she was the host of this house. The male greedily took the meal and swallowed it than took a long swing from the alcohol.
"Ahh, this is what I'ma talking about." he sigh and walked over to the dirty living room and sat on the couch. He then stared at the corner of the room, taking more swings at the bottle.
"Yeah, so you will be here alright?"
"Yeah yeah, don't get cheeky. I won't come back there so don't ya worry, ya here?" he said with a southern twang that came as a surprise since he didn't seem like he was from the south.
"Alright. I'm going to go take a shower." He grunted in acknowledgement of her statement and continue to stare at the ceiling, mumbling to himself.
Gabriella walked over to the shower and climbed in. She felt so much better as she used the old man's soap to wash her hair and skin. All the black ink that was on it washed off and she felt so refresh. Fifthteen minutes later, she climbed out of the shower and wrapped a robe around her body. As she was heading to her bedroom to change, the old man stepped out and stare. Both their eyes widen and she felt her face becoming red and her heart beating in alarm.
"Ahhh, 'scuse me. " he said and looked away. " I didn't see a thang..."
"G-Good" she said and walked into her room. Before she shut the door, she saw him finishing up the whole bottle of Brandy.
As she was pulling on her undergarment, there was a pounding on her door.
"Go away, I am changing!" she exclaimed and snapped her bra into place.
The pounding continue onward and onward for about two more minutes before she put on her robe and unlock the door.
"What?!" she screamed.
"You..." he said and grabbed her body. He leaned in and drunkenly covered his mouth over hers.
Gabriella wanted to throw up at how disgusting and foul this was. She did not want this slob all over her and she wanted to maintained her dignity and her purity. Her hands clenched into tiny
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