DaisyChainsaw

Oh yes! It definitely will live! A little bit later, but yeah, i will bring this blog to life. :) I still have some ideas that i wanted to realize.

and who knows… maybe i will also bring a new member to join that place.~ ;)

He always was curious. Curious of everything. The Hillbilly remembers when he at the first time saw a group of young people walking near his farm, laughing all the way, smiling, picking flowers, having fun. And they seemed to be at the same age as he. They all were so normal, so simple, so bright, without any defections or weirdnesses. Girls with boys. Just enjoying their day. This was the first time he didn’t want to kill. Actually, they even weren’t on his territory, so there wasn’t any reasons to chase them. He set down of the wall of his house and looked at the far way field of corn. Meanwhile the yound people walked away. Billy kept sitting and looking far away and thinking. Their faces were… so unusually happy that he’s never seen before. Something’s happened to him for the rest of that day. For the first time he just wanted to feel a warmth of someone’s arms. Alive someone. He tried, but they terrified. He killed them, and with those kills he just ruined this feeling in him. That light pure love was gone again.

And now, at the Entity’s realm, he had to chase young people like him. Like him? Just the same ages as he. Even when he was tired, even if he didn’t feel any joy of killing at the moment, he always hears whispers in his head “Kill her. Kill him. Kill them.” And he had no choices but just do what those whispers said.

He ran for the survivors and sacrificed 2 of them, as Entity entrusted to him. The one of the last was injured. The Hillbilly took a step and looked around leisurely: searched for the blood tracks, he successfully found it. Step by step, slowly Billy came to the prey. Very soon he could even hear his breathing, his low voice. But there also was another one, a girl. This girl and man didn’t hear the beast. She tried to help injured friend, she swathed him, quietly repeating: “That is alright, that is fine, we can make it, we will survive.” She said it so frightenedly, but so hopefully and so determinened. The girl tried to calm this poor guy down, and she tried to calm herself as well.

Slowly approaching the body laying on the floor, she reached out a hand and place two fingers on its neck. The artery pulsed weakly in response.

Hope wasn’t lost. Not yet.

Quickly dropping to her knees, she hovered over the man, not really knowing how to proceed. Cursing to herself, she knew that if she didn’t act fast he’ll be lost.

Claudette’s heartbeat quickened, for what she assumed was reasons other than the man bleeding out. Looking around she winced at the silhouette she spotted trying to hide behind the slatted wood of the structure nearby. Watching. Observing.

Taking a deep breath, she made vain attempts to calm herself down while trying to heal the man. “That’s okay, that’s alright. We’ll make it. We’ll survive.” Her voice was weak, wavering at each new syllable.

Time passed along with Claudette’s hope for a positive outcome. She arrived too late to save him. She knew that. But she had to try. Tears welled in her eyes as she felt his heartbeat slowly cease into nothingness.

Tears streamed down her face as she stood over the lifeless body of the man she did not know. Wiping her face she knew she shouldn’t be weak. Not anymore, not after everything. But something about this man. Something about his death, how nobody cared enough to help him, it resonated with her.

Whispers flew through the area, notifying of the death of the third of four. Billy, with his head down, looked around the locality being afraid to meet Entity herself in the flesh. Everyone was afraid of her: as the survivors, so the killers.

Finally Hillbilly took a step from behind the wall. The girl, it seems, did not immediately pay attention to him. He took another step. The survivor jerked and backed away. First, Billy recoiled himself, but after tried not to make sudden movements, walked slowly, trying not to frighten her. He stopped just two steps in front of Claudette and tilted his head. The straining, pumping silence was formed between them.

He moved his hand towards the field.

- Hatch. - he turned his head. - Go.

Meet The Hillbilly Survivor!

Claudette: “He’s uh…” She could feel the blood rising to her cheek. “He’s kind of cute.”

She looked at the ground and turned away.

She turned back to face the person she was talking to. “I-I… uh, we talk about plants a lot. I know that’s kind of lame, but it feels great to talk about things that you can relate to.”