Free The Nameless Survivor (Valkyrie) by J.K. Hawk

her. Satisfying her natural instinct to hunt was a perfect distraction as she search for the meat within the snow. It provided me the time to finishing dressing the deer, we had to get moving soon, before the night cast its icy cloud upon us.
                  Dragging the deer back through the forest turned out to be a more exhausting task than I had expected. The young wolf-pup had decided to slow me down by nipping and pouncing on the carcass as if it was her own kill. Every couple of steps I would be rudely halted by the added weight as she attempted to play tug of war.
                  “This is not working.” I grumbled.
                  Kneeling back down I handed her another piece of liver which she swallowed quickly. Before she could turn back to attack the deer again, I snatched her up and stuffed her under my arm to keep her from mangling my hard earned dinner. She struggled for a moment to free herself from my grasp, but soon settle after a quick scratch behind her ear eased the natural panic from within.
                  With deer in tow, wolf-pup under arm, I now moved with much more ease. The pup struggled little as we made our way back towards the cabin, she was probably just as tired as I. Soon we would be filling our bellies then falling into deep a coma for the night. I could hardly wait.
                  The sun had disappeared completely over the mountain and the sky was now a dark gray. Night had already set in. Through the trees I could see the cabin, the dim flicker of a candle burned peacefully through the dusty windows. I sighed with relief, a sight for sore eyes. We were finally safe, and thankfully the girl was still there, and had made herself at home.
                  My enthusiasm however was premature and soon washed away by the sound of an ear piercing scream that echoed out from within the cabin. A loud racket rang throughout the trees, not loud like the crack of a gun-shot, more like something heavy slamming against the cabin door. This was formidably followed by a menacing growl and the gurgling howl of blood-filled lungs.
                  “Jesus!” I exclaimed.
                  The pup became frantic under my arms, struggling to free herself from my tight and fearful embrace. Digging and scratching her sharp claws into my ribs, adding to my already long list of injuries. I let go of the deer and dropped the pup who instantly darted off into the darkness towards the cabin. I pulled out my gun and made my way carefully forward, crouched low in an attempt to hide myself among the trees.
                  I could just barely make out the girl in the window as I entered the yard. She desperately braced the door shut as a necrotic wolf scratched and bit at the termite weakened wood, then lunging its heavy rotten corpse flat against it in an attempt to break it down. I did not wait long before I dashed forward and fired two shots right to the head, a perfect hit. The undead canine slumped down onto the ground with a loud thud.
                  “You forgot to huff-and-puff!” I said whimsically as I stood over the body in triumph, its gray fur was now matted thick with black blood and a septic gash lay upon its neck. I could almost imagine the wolf jumping up at a Slug, only to be caught in iron fists and its throat torn out in an instant. The wolf must have bled out fast too, this was its only wound. The infected tend to avoid dead or infected flesh, which is probably why the cities were over-run so quickly.
                  Darkness pummeled into me and I fell to the ground with a hard thump, it was as if I had been hit in the back with a two-by-four. I spun over quickly and pushed back against the large furry mass that assaulted me, sharp blood-stained teeth lunged towards my face. My gun had fallen from my grip and now lay just a couple of feet