The Bowl/Issue 18

This is Issue 18 of The Bowl, entitled "Please, Help Me!"

Issue 18 - Please, Help Me!
The boy sprinted into the depths of the forest, holding the bag at arm's length. It felt like the forest went on forever. Suddenly, the boy lost his footing. He left the bag behind as he flew forwards.

With a groan, the boy pulled himself up from the floor. His clothes were covered in mud. He turned around to see what had caused his trip. A man laid on the floor with a bullet in his head. The man was heavily armed and protected - a bulletproof vest, a knife and the same guns as the Arizona thugs. He wore a name tag.

"Sergeant Johnson, captain of the Arizona squad, third-in-command of The Others." He read aloud. Suddenly, a wave of realisation came over him as he realised that he had lost Marc.

The boy search the cold forest floor for the zombified head, eventually finding it nestled next to a tree. However, it was too late. The boy watched as one of The Others' green laser sight found it's way to the middle of it's forehead. He squirmed as it's blood splattered over him.

"I'm sorry, brother." He croaked before running off.

The boy ran off, always looking back to see if they were following, always seeing nothing but green lasers cutting through the darkness.

By the time that the boy found the house, he had gained some space between him and The Others. The house shone bright in the middle of a storm. Rain flew down from the heavens and thunder rocked the skies. The sound of a barking dog could be heard. The boy sprinted up the front lawn, towards the house. The soggy mud squelched underneath his boots.

He hesitated before knocking on the door three times. "Please, help me!"

Credits

 * Unnamed boy

Deaths

 * None