[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Jost] [size15 [Jost It took Patrick minutes to wash the blood off his hands... It took him about an hour to get himself out the door. His hands were shaking as he locked his parent’s home for what he imagined would be the last time, the buzz he had now completely gone. His backpack was stuffed with random essentials and somehow he had broken the zipper on his windbreaker jacket- but none of that really mattered. Somehow, someway, the world as they knew it was coming to an end.
The dark haired man stuffed his keys in his pocket, looking both ways for signs of abnormal hungry people. The sun was barely visible as it began to set, the darkness of night giving him plenty of optional hiding spots. Keeping low, Patrick crossed the street, heading back towards downtown which honestly seemed like a terrible idea but that’s where his apartment was- where his gun was. Maybe it wasn’t worth it.
Patrick could hear sirens coming from up ahead and a glare of flashing lights. He swallowed, keeping close to the shrubbery as he rounded out of the cul de sac. Maybe an officer would be able to help him get him safely back home. [i Worth a shot.]
Though has he made his way closer to the emergency vehicles, he began to notice the lack of voices. It was a car accident and there was a body in the middle of the street but no officers or medics. The doors to the ambulance were flown open, static coming from the radios inside. Slowly, he crept into the center of flashing vehicles, looking from object to object for signs of life. A scream echoed and glass shattered about a block ahead. If Patrick could guess what was happening and from the incident earlier, he dared say things were becoming very zombie-apocalypse-like and he wasn’t about to get eaten today.
With the assumed undead officials distracted, Patrick climbed into the back of the ambulance and threw off his bag, opening the zipper to stuff as much as he could of medical supplies. While he was thinking about it, maybe taking the guard car wouldn’t be a bad idea either though... wouldn't they be attracted to sound? He groaned in frustration. This was all science fiction bullshit. There was no way he could know what was the right and wrong thing to do.
The young man forced the bag closed as he jumped out of the back, ducking to look inside the nearest police car. The radio was turned low but he could make out frantic voices calling in demands. Carefully, Patrick opened the door and began to search for a firearm or any weapon for that matter. Kitchen knives weren’t going to cut it in the long run. He pulled open the glove compartment, finding a small tool set and what seemed to be a taser. He pocketed both, coming to a sudden chilled stop when a heavy clanking sound came from behind him.
Patrick turned around, holding his breath as he searched for the cause of the sound. A toppled metal trash can laid on the sidewalk and beside it, a seamlessly frozen girl. But was she frozen in a terrified way... or a dead way? He wasn’t sure if he was ready to fight again, let alone surviving another near death experience but... he wouldn’t know unless he asked.
The man kept his eyes on her, stepping closer and beginning to shake from head to toe. [i Fuck, get ahold of yourself. If she runs at you, you can dodge. If she’s real, then...] The sirens had become part of the ambiance enough that he could block them out, focusing on being just loud enough for the girl to hear. [#0B7428 “Alive?”] ]]
[font "times new roman" The day had been perfect. A BBQ with the family, and the weather was somewhat perfect too. There were clouds slowly rolling in, and Eliza looked towards her parents and she broke out into a smile. [#B9899E "So Shane should be here pretty soon. I don't understand why he's not here yet.. I'm sorry"] she breathed out. [b "Don't worry sweetheart. He'll get here, when he get's here. Dinner will be ready as soon as he does though"] her father said. The woman nodded lightly, as she pulled her phone out and opened it. Still nothing. That wasn't like him at all. She wondered why. She shook her head and looked up at the clouds rolling in.]
[font "times new roman" As she was letting herself relax, she heard her mother scream. Her head twisted towards the house and her father shook his head. [b "I'll go and check it out. You stay here and watch the burgers"] the older male said. Eliza nodded lightly. Something was wrong. She could feel it. She didn't really understand what it was, but something was happening. She felt her phone buzzing in her hand and she picked it up. [#B9899E "Shane, where the fuck are you? Your late, and you aren't making yourself look good to my parents right now"] she said. [b [i "I don't give a fuck about your parents right now! Where are you?! Are you safe?"]] came the panicked voice of her boyfriend.]
[font "times new roman" [#B9899E "I'm at momma and daddy's waiting for you. So yes I'm safe"] she said. That's when she looked up and saw her mother stumbling out of the house, blood dripping down her dress. [b [i "Eliza, baby! Listen to me! Something's going on, and I need you to get to my-"]] that's when the line went dead. She looked down at the phone in her hand, and then back up towards her mother. The way she was walking, the blood, it was too much. Something happened, and her father wasn't in sight either. She pushed herself up from the lawn chair she was sitting in, and slowly made her way to her mother.]
[font "times new roman" [#B9899E "Momma? Are you okay?"] she asked. That's when her mother turned her eyes towards her. Her eyes were different, and she didn't like that look at all. Her heart hammered inside of her chest as her mother started towards her. The look of hunger in her eyes scared her. The woman turned and booked it to the small cabin on her parents land, and locked the door behind her. She grabbed a chair and put it in front of the door. Her hands were shaking, as she tried to call someone. The lines were busy for some reason. That's when the banging started. Her eyes flew to the window, and she spotted her mother there banging on the closed door.]
[font "times new roman" She shook her head lightly, as she looked around the small cabin she was in. There wasn't much of anything. Her parents had thought about putting the cabin up for rent, and making a little bit of money. That wasn't going to happen now. Then when she found the poker by the fireplace. She picked it up and looked towards the door. That's when she saw her father coming towards the cabin too. He looked different as well. What the hell was going on here? Her heart was hammering and she couldn't really think straight right now. She didn't fully understand what was going on either.]
[font "times new roman" That's when her parents broke though the door. She didn't hear the wood cracking, but the moment they were in the door she knew her life was about to end. Her mother tried reaching her first. The look in her eyes was even more hungry, and the groaning was horrible. Then it slowly dawned on her. Her parents weren't alive anymore. Something happened that had killed them. [#B9899E "I'm so sorry.."] she breathed out as her mother reached out to her. She raised the poker and brought it down hard onto her mother's head. The sound of bone cracking, and the blood splattering made the woman sick to her stomach.]
[font "times new roman" She pulled the poker out of her other's head and brought it down again. Tears were streaming down her face as she killed her own mother. That [i thing] wasn't her mother anymore. It was a bloody monster, and she knew that. When she pulled it back out, her father was on top of her trying to bite her. She let out a scream as she tried to get out from under him. She had dropped the poker, but a rock was right next to her. She reached for it and smashed it against her father's skull. It didn't do the kind of damage she wanted, but enough to get him off her. She scrambled for the poker and did the same thing to her father.]
[font "times new roman" She had just killed her parents. The most important people in her life were now fully dead. She heard the screams coming from outside, and she made her way over to the window and looked out. Everything was like a blur of sorts. Her neighbors were attacking each other, the growls of the so called dead was horrible. She shook her head as she stood there. She had to get out of here. Maybe her house would be a bit safer for a little bit. She looked over her shoulder at her parent's bodies behind her. [#B9899E "I'm so sorry.. I love you both so much"] she whispered, as she slipped out of the cabin.]
[font "times new roman" She made sure to have the poker in hand just in case she ran into more of them. She then made her way to her house, slipped in through the back and locked the door behind her. She didn't know if anything was in the house, but she had to get to her room and now. It was on the same floor as the kitchen, and not that far off. She made her way though the silent house, keeping her guard up just in case. She then slipped into her room, closed the door behind her and locked it. Her heart was hammering, tears running down her cheeks, as she realized her whole life changed in the span of five minutes.]
[font "times new roman" She didn't know what was fully going on, and she hoped that she would be able to figure it out. She took a breath as she started packing up a bag of clothes, and things she might need. She didn't know where her father kept his guns, but she would find them. She had to protect herself, and that's when she told herself as well. She was going to find more survivors. She couldn't be the only one left alive. She took a breath and leaned against the door, waiting for nightfall.]
[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Jost] [size15 [Jost The clouds had begun to grow into an overcast, not unusual for Ireland this time of year. The raven haired college drop out rubbed the butt of his cigarette into the nearly full ashtray, gulping down the last of his third beer. A goddamn Saturday night and there wasn’t shit to do. All his mates were working or spending time with their dames. No one wanted to live the life he wanted to anymore. Said it was too ‘irresponsible’ that maybe he should fucking grow up. What do they know?
The weathered white lawn chair creaked under his weight as Patrick shifted to dig into the plastic cooler for his next bottle. A crack of thunder sounded in the distance, pulling his gaze to the hillside view once more. He was lucky his folks were such travel nuts, leaving their rural side home available for him to go in and out as he pleased as the greatest gift they ever gave him... besides the three hundred dollar allowance every week. He wanted to be alone anyway.
The bottle cap dropped in the unkempt grass and he let the alcohol consume his thoughts. Patrick closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the frame of the chair lazily. The wind brought in the smell of rain and for a minute he was at peace... then there was a bloodcurdling scream.
Patrick sat straight up, beer spilling over the concrete patio as he searched the hillside for the source of the cry. Was it one of the neighbors? He gathered to his feet, another crack of thunder sounding overhead. He stepped through the lawn, his socks becoming damp as he neared the edge where the fence was built... And there he saw her.
His parents' neighbor, Mrs. Peni-whatever, was stumbling out from under her expensive awning, holding her shoulder and making her way to the fence gate. She was making a valiant effort to hurry despite the wound he assumed she had. Patrick had a wee thought that he should probably help but didn’t really want to inconvenience himself. She had a husband anyway, right?
A wail cut through the silence of the neighborhood and out followed a stocky figure from under the awning. Mrs. Peni-whatever’s husband whipped his head in her direction and ran- no, [i sprinted] after her before she could unlatch the gate. She screamed again, her blonde hair pulled back as her husband threw her to the ground, crawling over her.
Patrick couldn’t help himself. [#0B7428 “Hey... Hey!”] he yelled down to the feuding couple, gripping into the splintered edge of the fence. [#0B7428 “Leave her alone or Imma phone the guards!”]
Mr. Peni-whatever turned his gaze to up to him, soaked in red his face seemed hostile, angry. Patrick could feel his heartbeat quicken as the man threw down his wife and set his sights on him. Within a second, the man was scrambling to get over the fence to get up the hill.
Patrick dropped the beer bottle and turned tail back to the house, grabbing his phone off the side table. He locked the door, dialing 112 and pulling a dirty knife from the kitchen sink. God, for once he wished he wasn’t so buzzed. He shook his head, trying to clear up enough to see Mr. Peni-whats-his-name climbing over in the backyard. Through the window, Patrick could clearly see the blood that dripped from his mouth, staining the front of his plaid-collar shirt. The crazed man bashed his fists against the back-door, just as emergency services finally pick-up his call. [i “122. What’s your emergency?”]
[#0B7428 “The neighbor’s trying to attack me- he’s just outside my house! He’s trying to get in-”] The wood rattled, the husband getting louder with his wailing as he tried to break down the door. Patrick moved a chair in front of the entry, trying to listen to the woman on the other end of the line. [#0B7428 “What? I can’t hear you!”]
There was a crack as door splintered open, Mr. Peni-whatever lurching over the broken wood and chair. Patrick dropped his phone, holding the knife with both hands as those fogged over eyes hungered for him. [i Hungered?]
The husband lurched, Patrick jumping back with a yelp and pushing up against the counters. The man- no- [i monster] reached out, grabbing hold of his t-shirt as he plunged the knife into the side of its neck. The creature gurgled slightly before opening its mouth to bite. Patrick squirmed out from underneath it’s weight, reaching up to slam it's head into the counter behind him. Blood splattered across the kitchen as the dropout kicked the back of it’s knees and grabbed for the knife again. He gripped the handle and pulled with all his strength as a wet slitting sound filled the air, ripping open the back of Mr. Peni-whatever’s neck severing the spine and decapitating the head.
Patrick stumbled back, catching his breath as the hot blood dripped off his finger tips, slowly becoming aware of all the screaming coming from outside. [#0B7428 “Son of a bitch.”] ]]
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