Walkers of the dead

Rocks

The rocks were a little slippery as we moved a crossed them. My gut wanted me to get down from this height but I must not. Roma flew at a different height above them mountains as I walk along them I smooth my hand against the wet rocks hoping to feel better everybody I ever knew was bitten or turned into those things called walkers of the dead. I couldn't stop thinking about how they yelled for my help but I was to lost my brain going in a million different directions. Clinging tighter to my bow I listen to their screaming of pain and cry for help, but I couldn't move my body was in shock, to afraid to move. "Dead people moving" I thought.
My little sister grabbing at my leg hoping to grab a hold. Her bloody hands digging in the dirt trying to grab anything, I feared to move these were different then movies they can sense your movement and are barley able to see. "Niko run my child run!" My mother yelled. That's when it all started my running, I was alone, I left them to die I didn't even try to save them.
A sharp scream pierced though my though I was back in real life. The wind hit me I struggled to kept my grip "ROMA!" I called to make sure she was still up in the sky. When I saw he amazing brow and white wings come over the mountain I felt relief jump in me. "Roma" I whispered she flew down and landed on my shoulder. Her squawk rang in my ears bother never bothered me.
My grip loosened this time to much.