The survivors

Season one: Chapter one: Where it all starts

John opened his eyes slowly, the golden rays of sunshine piercing the thick canopy above him. He slowly sat up, dirt falling off of his body. He looked around to see he was in a clearing surrounded by thick vegetation. As he was surveying the area, he saw his friend, Jonny Bright, JB for short, laying on his stomach in the dirt. John crawled over to him and began trying to shake him awake. “Hey, JB, c’mon buddy, wake up.”

No response.

John flipped him over to check his pulse. Putting his ear to JB’s chest, he listened.

Budump, budump, bupump.

He was still alive. John cupped some water from a nearby puddle into his hands and threw it over JB’s face. He gasped awake, spitting the water out of his mouth and brushing the dirt off his face and arms while coughing. John leaned back to assess his friend. His dark brown skin was covered with bug bites, and his frizzy black hair was coated in dust. JB surveyed the area, looking just as confused as John felt.

“Where in the Sam hell are we,” he asked in an ashy voice, rubbing the side of his head. “I think we’re in a jungle,” John replied. JB gave a sarcastic gasp before saying “Noooooo REALLY! I thought we was in Manhattan for a minute. Thank the LORD you was here to clear things up for me!”

John opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, the sound of a twig snapping jut beyond the tree line made them both freeze in their tracks.

To be continued

By Dinasnore