Post by Draft Story Part 2 ASAS on Aug 10, 2009 14:52:29 GMT
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James continued up the stairs even after he heard the creature talk. It said something under its breath but even though he never heard what it exactly said, he knew inside it most likely wasn’t good.
‘They can talk now?’ he thought.
James eventually reached the landing and was closer to the gun now than he thought he’d have got. Next step was reaching the bedroom; it didn’t seem so unlikely now that he could live through this. The gun was under the bed and he knew he’d need extra time to bend down to reach the box and open it before the creature managed to engulf his life with its teeth. He repeated the words:
“In the head. In the head.”
Before he knew it, he was inside the master bedroom and scrambling underneath the covers, him and his wife had thrown on the floor this morning during their ‘morning exercise’ together. He found the wooden box containing the gun and dragged it outwards. Opening the latch was like opening ‘Pandora’s Box’, only evil emptied out, also known as the ‘Walther P23’.
Wrapping his fingers around the gun was the first time he’d touched it since purchase. He wished he would never need to use it and he wasn’t going to be anytime soon.
James tasted blood, his own blood, and the floor beneath his chin.
***
The creature strolled up the stairs with a sway in his step, almost like a demonic dance of the devil. Right now he was seeing the world through the eyes of the devil. In his mind, it was another side, another story. His story ended well, death and decay engulfed this world and he claimed it as his own. He needn’t be worried about returning to the other world, underworld some might say, because he could lose.
His joyous thoughts were seen sent into the wind when he heard the human speak.
“In the head. In the head.”
“Ah shit! How does he know?” he wondered.
With this in mind, the creature again increased his pace. The steps he took turned into gallops and the floor beneath quivered like the human race was sure to do before the night ended.
Once upon the landing, he looked down the hallway into another room, the room hiding his treat. His meal was rummaging beneath a heap of fabric. He dragged out a box, opened it and revealed a gun. This was when the creature ran down the hall and pounced upon the humans back, bringing him down to the floor.
He heard the humans nose explode and the red blood cells released inside. The blood ran down the humans face and swam inside his mouth, soon his eyes shut and the lights were out for good.
“Crap! I hope he isn’t dead yet, not before I have my fun with him.” Cried the creature.
The creature leant over the body of his prey, crap like. The creature and the human were face-to-face. He opened his mouth wide and revealed his jagged teeth to the world, to the human.
***
James reopened his eyes only to see something worse than the fate of death itself, the knowledge of death creeping in, in the form of razor-sharp teeth, the creature’s teeth.
James felt even sicker when he saw one of the strings of flesh the thing had ripped from his neck not long ago. This entire trauma was too much, even for him and he fainted. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t fight…
Chapter Thirteen
A tall beautifully shaped woman stood in the centre of a derelict street. The only life she knew was sure to be found was the life of the dead. The woman had short purple dyed hair, brown eyes and a body most women would die for, the body all the dead wanted. The expression on her face showed concern. Her nose was wrinkled up and she was biting her bottom lip. Her eyes darted from one end of the street to the other. She was quite obviously lost.
‘Where the hell is that school?’ she repeated in her head.
She’d seen no life since leaving David and could only pray to see another before she lost her own. She need someone to show her the way to the school her daughter went to; for she had never been down these streets before, and could only guess the way, which would inevitably lead to nothing, most defiantly not her daughter, most likely him again.
She held a handgun in both hands, tightly. You could tell this by the veins almost ready to burst out of her wrists though a blockage and increase of blood. Also a trickle of sweat ran down her brow and was soon to be built up in mass by another on its way.
She released her left hand off the gun but kept the other firmly around the trigger. With her free hand, she palmed away the sweat and quickly returned it with the other, around the gun.
The gun had only one bullet left and she wasn’t going to be wasting it so easy, especially after what she’d just experienced with it; ‘The confrontation’. She was planning on saving this one for either her savour or herself, if the time came.
The only people left alive, to her knowledge, were herself, her daughter and David; her next-door neighbour. She was searching for her daughter every since she’d received the phone call off of her not so long ago. David was helping in the search before they went their separate ways, for various reasons.
Her daughter had always her mobile phone on her at all times, even though it was against school regulations for her to have. It was ironic that the one thing they were not to hold onto was the one thing that will ultimately save her life, hopefully. It was a good job her daughter was so reluctent to following the rules or else she’d be dead by now. She hated yet loved her for it at the same time.
Just as the woman was about the run off down the east street, something caught the corner of her eye. From what she could see, from the far distance away, it looked like someone dragging themselves up some stairs of a house, which’s door was wide open, shortly followed a creature.
She decided this was her only chance and that’s why she ran as fast as she could toward the house. The closer she got to it, the larger it grew and the more it started to look like a palace. The grass was perfect, the windows were perfect, everything seemed perfect, from the outside. Inside, the floor was covered in blood and a mirror lay broken on the floor, shattered.
Once she reached the stone slabs leading up to the door, she noticed the parked car on the gravel. Its engine buzzed in the heat like a bee in a flower. The easiest thing for her to do now would have been to jump inside the car and drive off into the sunset. It sounded like a great idea but one thing was missing, her daughter, and this was the one reason she stepped into the house and headed up the stairs, behind the creature.
***
The creature still looked down at the human with delight. He was going to enjoy this immensely, his first proper meal. He’d been waiting for this for centuries and with it being this one person, it made it a hell of a lot better. Every second was like the enjoyment he’d planned throughout his life.
Creepily, the creature leant down and exhaled on the humans face with an almighty hiss. Saliva trickled down off his tongue and set up camp on the cheeks of his face. The creature decided he was going to eat his arm first, the most likely place for a juicy vein he was sure. Gently, trying not to disturb his sleep, the creature lifted the humans left arm up, towards his mouth.
‘Dinner is served’
***
The woman slowly crept up each step, one after another, until she suddenly heard a loud bang from one of the upstairs rooms. It didn’t sound healthy, as the floorboards moaned from the pain even moments later. She jut prayed that the next step she took wouldn’t creak and let the creature no of her presence. Eventually she reached the landing and sighed with relief, but it wasn’t over yet.
He was around here somewhere, she knew it, yet she couldn’t pin point his exact location. Steadily, she peered down the corridor and searched for her only chance, him.
At the bottom of the corridor was a master bedroom and just as she figured, there was her man out cold on the floor with the creature hovering above him. She watched momentarily as the creature began to bring up the arm of the man and into its mouth.
With this, she sprinted down the long stretch of corridor and opened fire at the creature. The one bullet she had left amazingly flew through the air and entered the creature’s head, only to exit out the other side. With it came blood and brain, which then covered the bed and wall behind.
After a moment, the creatures grip, around the mans arm, loosened and it released the meat from his hands. The creature then fell to the floor next to the man, pulsating for a moment before going deadly still. Blood pumped out of the wound in its head out onto the carpet beneath, which drank with many thanks. It too had a thirst for blood, demon blood.
Chapter Fourteen
The creature continued to run toward James down the corridor, past the doors of the rooms and his master. From what James could make out, he was pretty sure the creature had no idea what it was running directly into.
With his grip tight around the metal piece James stood proud and ready for battle. The creature eventually reached James but was always centimetres away from fully reaching his goal. This time the metal bar through his jaw was the cause.
James had swung the metal pipe up under the creatures chin and pushed it straight through, up into his skull.
James could see the bar inside the creature’s mouth as it bit down onto the air in front. The creature didn’t even notice the bar propped in its skull for a moment but then its eyes stopped glaring at James and looked down at the pipe. Slowly its eyes levelled with James and almost pleaded for forgiveness. James was giving none today and with an almighty push, forced the rest of the bar up and split the brain inside, to pieces like a blender does a fruit.
The creature’s eyes sank down to the floor and once James let go, so did its body. James now stood looking down at the body of its prey, the remains of another creature, and stood with triumph like a king.
***
The creature enjoyed listening to the whimpers from the young girl of pain and fright. With one hand tightly clasped around the girls arm, the other was free to swing in the air like an orchestra’s musical constructor informing his players what to do. It was amusing how the girl’s whimpers grew louder exactly as he swung his wrist around harder, as if she was his musician after all. He was waiting for his partners to be finished outside so that they could eat this pathetic human and one of the others could return.
‘Their certainly taking their time!’ he thought.
Finished with his attempts to scare the girl, the creature titled his head backwards and looked outside the open door leading out into the hallway. The lights outside flickered like a disco and the creature could only but hope that the others had planned this and that he hadn’t. Just at that moment, he saw one of his own run past the doorframe and in the other direction.
Edging a little to the left, the creature was again able to see his partner. The creature outside was stood immobile, looking in front of him, at what he couldn’t make out.
‘What’s going on out there?’ he wondered.
The creature decided to release the girl momentarily and venture outside; help out the others. Almost immediately as his grip released the girl, she ran over into the corner of the room opposite and continued to whimper whilst rocking back and forth.
The creature spun on his one remaining leg and hoped toward the door. Only three hops forward and his footing was caught under something and he fell to the floor.
Moving the stupidly long, girl’s hair, from his eyes, the creature was face-to-face with the teacher he’d stabbed before in the back. Pushing himself up, he decided he’d be better putting the body somewhere. None of his associates had re-inhabited the body yet, so he mustn’t have been dead. Therefore, once the creature had regained its balance on its one foot, it bent down and with great difficulty brought the fully-grown mans body, up onto the table next to him.
Once satisfied the job was done and that the teacher was either dead or unconscious, he set back on his journey towards the door…
***
The woman walked steadily into the room containing the man, who lay collapsed on the floor next to a double bed. He held a pistol in one of his hands and the other was covering his nose. Blood was soaking up into the carpet and was drying on his face. Being lay on his front and with his hand on his face, it was hard for her to get any indication of what he fully looked like and whether he was dead or not.
She knew she needed to move him into a safer position and see if his was one of them or not. With her eyes closed, she gently rolled him over, and checked him for any signs of life. It didn’t take her long to find one; his chest lifted up and flattened out after a moment. With this she immediately knew he was not yet one of them, they did not breathe, they need not to. With their lives being as close to death as possible, they adapted and their lungs no longer functioned properly.
His face was now fully revealed and the damage didn’t look as bad as it seemed from the pool of blood surrounding him. His nose and mouth both looked intact and she could see no sign of foul play, he looked fine, sexy almost; apart from the dried blood.
She dragged the duvet cover off the bed and used one of the corners to wipe off as much of the blood as she could. With all the movement, he stirred and groaned in his sleep.
‘Arggh… my neck… it hurts’ he muttered.
Wondering what he was going on about, she lifted up his head and peered underneath at his neck but could see nothing. It looked fine, no marks or even a bruise, and she wondered exactly what he was going on about.
‘Dream, must be’ she thought.
That’s when he screamed, loud enough for anything to hear for miles. That’s when he let all of them know of their position, their hiding place, but not for much longer.
***
The creature continued toward the door, eventually making it there, on his one leg. He paused and wished to take a breath like the pathetic humans did so much, it was one of the things he wanted to do once he had been re-born here, but with never having done so, it was impossible to even know where to start and he shook off the fascination. Leaning on the doorframe, he glanced out into the hallway.
He saw all three of his partners lay motionless, scattered around the laminate flooring, dead. Stood in the centre of them all was a human being, he looked familiar, too familiar…
***
James opened his eyes, as his nose was sick through the horrible stench passing in them. He was looking out of the side window of a car, most likely his own, when a red race car sped past and dragged the smell along with it. Whoever was driving was obviously dead and decaying or a very unhygienic human who smelt like the dead himself.
Rubbing the smell for the hairs of his nose, James turned his attention to the driver, a middle-aged woman. She was fairly nice looking and James wondered what he was doing in the same car as her.
She must have sensed he was looking at her, as she turned her head towards James and smiled. Her smile was outstanding and James felt like he was falling in love all over again, since Carol.
‘Carol… Layla’ he thought.
Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and James was blinded momentarily. Once he vision returned he saw the most unlikely thing, his daughter staring back at him. She looked the same as she always did, beautiful, and yet something wasn’t right.
“What’s the matter mummy?” she asked.
James pondered for a moment as to why she was here and why she was calling him ‘mummy’. He opened his mouth and tried as hard as he could to force out a sentence to ask why, but nothing escaped. He couldn’t utter a word or even a single syllable thus meaning he was unable to reply.
“What’s the matter mummy? Mummy?” she asked a second time.
James screamed inside his stomach and tried with all his might to say what he truly wanted, ‘Are you OK?’ but the only few words that left were those not of his choice.
“Time to eat… Layla” he muttered.
He moved inward, towards his little girl and there was a loud demolishing crash like noise, which was paired with the blinding light. When his vision returned he realised the presence next to him was no longer his daughter but the strange woman again, but the same smell from the distant car before had returned.
James placed his hand on her shoulder and shook it vigorously back and forth until she turned her head and faced him. When she did, she revealed her scratched, torn face. Chunks of her cheeks were missing and blood ran down her skin, bouncing off her lap below. With a devilish grin, she jumped onto James…
Chapter Fifteen
James woke screaming and in a sweat with a woman he’d never met on top of him, pinning him to the floor. James panicked and squirmed under her weight in an attempt to escape the fate he felt coming, death from eating flesh.
“Let me go! Please, just let me go!” he screamed.
“OK… OK, just calm down. I’m not here to hurt you; I’m here to help. You fainted and you’ve been having a fit. I had to hold you down to stop you from hurting yourself, let alone me thinking of hurting you myself, OK?” asked the woman.
James wondered for a moment if it was a trap or not but decided it most likely wouldn’t be because, after all, there would be no need, she had him by the balls already, she could have eaten what was left of his whimpering body ages ago. With his mind calming down already he fully examined the woman; who was now slowly clambering off of him and scrunching into the fettle position on top on the bloody carpet.
He’d always thought of getting laminate flooring to stop the absorption of liquids he or his wife may have spilt during the night due to lack of vision. He wished he had now; it may have been easier to clean up the mess. It was then that he realised that none of it mattered anymore, life was over, his wife was gone, she wasn’t going to spill anything on the floor and he would never be able to sleep without her. He was alone, with nothing but the dead body, the blood soaked carpet and the woman he didn’t know.
He moved his eyes back from the drenched carpet and to the woman’s eyes. She looked awfully familiar, a lot like the woman in his dream.
‘Shit! She is the woman from my dream!’ he thought.
He must have been showing his thoughts of panic and confusion on his face, therefore showing the world he was petrified of what the hell was going on in his mind.
The woman instinctively knew something was wrong and spoke.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
James didn’t know what answer he could possibly give without seeming like a complete freak and scaring his only friend into shooting that gun once more directly into is own head this time.
“Excuse me, but have we met before?” he asked.
The woman panned over James in an attempt to notice anything remotely familiar in his figure or voice but it was exactly as James had expected.
“I don’t think so, I’m sorry, I’m new in this town, and I’ve not met a lot of people yet. I’m Nicola” answered Nicola.
“I’m James and thank you for saving my life, I was a bit unsure of what was going on before but I think I’m OK now”
The woman nodded and smiled like a childhood sweet heart James had once had many years ago. He smiled back and placed his palms underneath his backside. Pushing with all his might, he tried to get to his feet but was unable to focus his strength into his sweaty hands, therefore falling back onto his rump.
Nicola stood and held out her hand like an angel to help James lift up to his natural stance and regain his balance, he was useless to her on the floor or dead.
***
David was running around his house in a frantic panic in search of anything that he’d need to take with him on his journey to nowhere. That is when he heard the screams of his next door neighbour pierce through the groans of the dead.
Clutching the only thing he felt was a necessary, his shotgun, he crept to the hallway and towards the front door. The adrenaline pumping through his veins was the only thing keeping him moving, a good thing, apart from the careless macho army man movie he was trying to recite.
As if he was invincible, he clasped the door handle and pulled the wooden door wide open, not thinking of what may have been behind the only thing dividing him and certain death. The street seemed normal for a moment; daylight showered the green grass and the busy people around walked with quick pace to wherever it was they needed to be.
The repeated screams of his neighbour was like a knife though paper, the light was sieved and the people mutated into horribly disfigured animals. He remembered, they weren’t ‘normal’ people, they where those things, those ‘creatures’, he had killed so many of not long ago.
He killed the first few when he was pulled over by the police for speeding, he felt the need for speeding was a must, considering he had a dying child in his backseat.
The boy had been mauled by several middle-aged adults, in what seemed like a random act of violence. He saw it happen from the window of his 50floor companies’ glass building apartment, whilst peering down on what seemed like yet another boring day in life, but once he realised how extreme the problem was he ran out of his office thus forgetting his suit jacket which held all documentation of who he was.
***
Having to swivel past people on the stairs and narrow corridors caused an immense problem and pain, due to the arthritis he'd recently been suffering from in his knee. He clashed with several of his work mates but didn’t stop to ask their forgiveness, yet he also noticed that none asked for an apology, they didn’t even seem to feel the crash or care about the situation, they seemed dead to the world.
After several minutes of racing down flights of stairs he reached the bottom and ran into the lobby, which was once a place of beauty but now looked repulsive with the blood and debris.
The left wall was covered in a spray of blood, almost like the ones he's seen in movies after someone had blown their brains out. The right looked none the better but a lot more decorative with the design and shape the blood was in, almost like a painting of hatred and death.
The chairs that once stood correctly postured along the sides of the room were now scattered along the floor and curled up together in corners. The flowers that swam in the vase on the table in the centre were no longer situated where they were before, they had been ripped to spreads and thrown into the air, and bits were everywhere.
Panting excessively, David stood under the ray of light pouring through the glass window that was still intact, with the other one looking blown to smithereens.
He bent down and forced his head between his aching knees, still panting like a dog after a race with a stick. He didn’t have any clue as to what was going on, and was close to walking behind the security desk and into the security room in the back to ask someone in charge, but his attention was drawn to a black figure on the floor outside.
It was then that he heard the moans of the young boy and remembered why it was he sent himself on the death trip down the stairs.
He swallowed hard and took a deep breath that calmed his nerves and quenched his thirst for air. He then walked toward the glass doors, through the room of confusion, and into the room of hell that outside had became.
David used his arm to cover the blinding ray of light the sun was shinning into his eyes and it was then that he realised the sun was rather low in the sky considering the time of day. Nonetheless, he carried on towards the boy; short of breath, with lack of energy and aching throughout.
***
David lost count of how many of the creatures there was outside his house when he got over 48, his attention was drawn to the large amount pouring through his next-door neighbours front door. He had to do something, he needed someone alive to help rationalise this whole nightmare, to prove he wasn’t going mad.
He figured it would be pointless him trying to go through the front door with so many of them stood there waiting their turn in the queue to the buffet that was on it the house. He needed a plan but had no time to come up with any, although he was sure even if he did it would mostly probably end up with him getting killed or worse, turned into one of them.
Instinctively he ran through his kitchen and hallway, and towards his back door. This was his shinning moment, his chance to prove he wasn’t a useless human being that did nothing with his life; it was time to show them all.
He reached his back door and kicked the door wide open, it was then he realised that it may have been better if he was a little quieter, would have made the situation a lot easier and less dangerous; in a way. He stepped out into the breeze and swung his body round to the side of his house. He stood frozen in fright as he acknowledged the several dead bodies lay on the floor beneath him.
He knew that if he wanted to save her life, he would have to move quickly but fear and smarts told him to find another way round.
Another scream erupted from the house.
He had no other choice but to pass over the bodies and clamber into her garden, it was only several yards after all.
He took only one step and one of the supposed dead bodies grabbed onto David’s ankle; he stumbled for a moment then collapsed face first into the grass.
He could taste something sweet and yet something sour at the same time, when he opened his eyes he saw the blood drenched floor and the red dye that he had most certainly swallowed. It must have been their blood; he must have tasted the blood of the devils.
Rolling onto his side, David spat the liquid out of his mouth and on the floor beside him and pushed himself to sit upright and face to face with the creature.
The creature snarled at him like a rabid dog and muttered unknown words to David. Its eyes were blood red and its face was torn down one side, bone could be seen through several puncher holes along its check bones. It looked as if it may have been scrapped across gravel flooring, and the flesh had been ripped clean off. Surprisingly blood dint pour out of the wound, but his face was sheet white which gave the impression maybe all the blood had already been drained and there was no more in there. Maybe it was the blood David had swallowed.
Before David could move a muscle the creature leaped on top of him and pinned his arms to each side of his head, then swung one of his clammy fists across David’s face. Blood now began to drip out of the holes of the creatures face and down onto David’s.
David stretched to the side in an attempt to grab the gun which had been pushed aside. His fingertips rubbed against the end of the barrel but he couldn’t pull it in.
Another blow to David’s face rendered him temporarily unconscious, he couldn’t do anything, and he gave up.
***
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James continued up the stairs even after he heard the creature talk. It said something under its breath but even though he never heard what it exactly said, he knew inside it most likely wasn’t good.
‘They can talk now?’ he thought.
James eventually reached the landing and was closer to the gun now than he thought he’d have got. Next step was reaching the bedroom; it didn’t seem so unlikely now that he could live through this. The gun was under the bed and he knew he’d need extra time to bend down to reach the box and open it before the creature managed to engulf his life with its teeth. He repeated the words:
“In the head. In the head.”
Before he knew it, he was inside the master bedroom and scrambling underneath the covers, him and his wife had thrown on the floor this morning during their ‘morning exercise’ together. He found the wooden box containing the gun and dragged it outwards. Opening the latch was like opening ‘Pandora’s Box’, only evil emptied out, also known as the ‘Walther P23’.
Wrapping his fingers around the gun was the first time he’d touched it since purchase. He wished he would never need to use it and he wasn’t going to be anytime soon.
James tasted blood, his own blood, and the floor beneath his chin.
***
The creature strolled up the stairs with a sway in his step, almost like a demonic dance of the devil. Right now he was seeing the world through the eyes of the devil. In his mind, it was another side, another story. His story ended well, death and decay engulfed this world and he claimed it as his own. He needn’t be worried about returning to the other world, underworld some might say, because he could lose.
His joyous thoughts were seen sent into the wind when he heard the human speak.
“In the head. In the head.”
“Ah shit! How does he know?” he wondered.
With this in mind, the creature again increased his pace. The steps he took turned into gallops and the floor beneath quivered like the human race was sure to do before the night ended.
Once upon the landing, he looked down the hallway into another room, the room hiding his treat. His meal was rummaging beneath a heap of fabric. He dragged out a box, opened it and revealed a gun. This was when the creature ran down the hall and pounced upon the humans back, bringing him down to the floor.
He heard the humans nose explode and the red blood cells released inside. The blood ran down the humans face and swam inside his mouth, soon his eyes shut and the lights were out for good.
“Crap! I hope he isn’t dead yet, not before I have my fun with him.” Cried the creature.
The creature leant over the body of his prey, crap like. The creature and the human were face-to-face. He opened his mouth wide and revealed his jagged teeth to the world, to the human.
***
James reopened his eyes only to see something worse than the fate of death itself, the knowledge of death creeping in, in the form of razor-sharp teeth, the creature’s teeth.
James felt even sicker when he saw one of the strings of flesh the thing had ripped from his neck not long ago. This entire trauma was too much, even for him and he fainted. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t fight…
Chapter Thirteen
A tall beautifully shaped woman stood in the centre of a derelict street. The only life she knew was sure to be found was the life of the dead. The woman had short purple dyed hair, brown eyes and a body most women would die for, the body all the dead wanted. The expression on her face showed concern. Her nose was wrinkled up and she was biting her bottom lip. Her eyes darted from one end of the street to the other. She was quite obviously lost.
‘Where the hell is that school?’ she repeated in her head.
She’d seen no life since leaving David and could only pray to see another before she lost her own. She need someone to show her the way to the school her daughter went to; for she had never been down these streets before, and could only guess the way, which would inevitably lead to nothing, most defiantly not her daughter, most likely him again.
She held a handgun in both hands, tightly. You could tell this by the veins almost ready to burst out of her wrists though a blockage and increase of blood. Also a trickle of sweat ran down her brow and was soon to be built up in mass by another on its way.
She released her left hand off the gun but kept the other firmly around the trigger. With her free hand, she palmed away the sweat and quickly returned it with the other, around the gun.
The gun had only one bullet left and she wasn’t going to be wasting it so easy, especially after what she’d just experienced with it; ‘The confrontation’. She was planning on saving this one for either her savour or herself, if the time came.
The only people left alive, to her knowledge, were herself, her daughter and David; her next-door neighbour. She was searching for her daughter every since she’d received the phone call off of her not so long ago. David was helping in the search before they went their separate ways, for various reasons.
Her daughter had always her mobile phone on her at all times, even though it was against school regulations for her to have. It was ironic that the one thing they were not to hold onto was the one thing that will ultimately save her life, hopefully. It was a good job her daughter was so reluctent to following the rules or else she’d be dead by now. She hated yet loved her for it at the same time.
Just as the woman was about the run off down the east street, something caught the corner of her eye. From what she could see, from the far distance away, it looked like someone dragging themselves up some stairs of a house, which’s door was wide open, shortly followed a creature.
She decided this was her only chance and that’s why she ran as fast as she could toward the house. The closer she got to it, the larger it grew and the more it started to look like a palace. The grass was perfect, the windows were perfect, everything seemed perfect, from the outside. Inside, the floor was covered in blood and a mirror lay broken on the floor, shattered.
Once she reached the stone slabs leading up to the door, she noticed the parked car on the gravel. Its engine buzzed in the heat like a bee in a flower. The easiest thing for her to do now would have been to jump inside the car and drive off into the sunset. It sounded like a great idea but one thing was missing, her daughter, and this was the one reason she stepped into the house and headed up the stairs, behind the creature.
***
The creature still looked down at the human with delight. He was going to enjoy this immensely, his first proper meal. He’d been waiting for this for centuries and with it being this one person, it made it a hell of a lot better. Every second was like the enjoyment he’d planned throughout his life.
Creepily, the creature leant down and exhaled on the humans face with an almighty hiss. Saliva trickled down off his tongue and set up camp on the cheeks of his face. The creature decided he was going to eat his arm first, the most likely place for a juicy vein he was sure. Gently, trying not to disturb his sleep, the creature lifted the humans left arm up, towards his mouth.
‘Dinner is served’
***
The woman slowly crept up each step, one after another, until she suddenly heard a loud bang from one of the upstairs rooms. It didn’t sound healthy, as the floorboards moaned from the pain even moments later. She jut prayed that the next step she took wouldn’t creak and let the creature no of her presence. Eventually she reached the landing and sighed with relief, but it wasn’t over yet.
He was around here somewhere, she knew it, yet she couldn’t pin point his exact location. Steadily, she peered down the corridor and searched for her only chance, him.
At the bottom of the corridor was a master bedroom and just as she figured, there was her man out cold on the floor with the creature hovering above him. She watched momentarily as the creature began to bring up the arm of the man and into its mouth.
With this, she sprinted down the long stretch of corridor and opened fire at the creature. The one bullet she had left amazingly flew through the air and entered the creature’s head, only to exit out the other side. With it came blood and brain, which then covered the bed and wall behind.
After a moment, the creatures grip, around the mans arm, loosened and it released the meat from his hands. The creature then fell to the floor next to the man, pulsating for a moment before going deadly still. Blood pumped out of the wound in its head out onto the carpet beneath, which drank with many thanks. It too had a thirst for blood, demon blood.
Chapter Fourteen
The creature continued to run toward James down the corridor, past the doors of the rooms and his master. From what James could make out, he was pretty sure the creature had no idea what it was running directly into.
With his grip tight around the metal piece James stood proud and ready for battle. The creature eventually reached James but was always centimetres away from fully reaching his goal. This time the metal bar through his jaw was the cause.
James had swung the metal pipe up under the creatures chin and pushed it straight through, up into his skull.
James could see the bar inside the creature’s mouth as it bit down onto the air in front. The creature didn’t even notice the bar propped in its skull for a moment but then its eyes stopped glaring at James and looked down at the pipe. Slowly its eyes levelled with James and almost pleaded for forgiveness. James was giving none today and with an almighty push, forced the rest of the bar up and split the brain inside, to pieces like a blender does a fruit.
The creature’s eyes sank down to the floor and once James let go, so did its body. James now stood looking down at the body of its prey, the remains of another creature, and stood with triumph like a king.
***
The creature enjoyed listening to the whimpers from the young girl of pain and fright. With one hand tightly clasped around the girls arm, the other was free to swing in the air like an orchestra’s musical constructor informing his players what to do. It was amusing how the girl’s whimpers grew louder exactly as he swung his wrist around harder, as if she was his musician after all. He was waiting for his partners to be finished outside so that they could eat this pathetic human and one of the others could return.
‘Their certainly taking their time!’ he thought.
Finished with his attempts to scare the girl, the creature titled his head backwards and looked outside the open door leading out into the hallway. The lights outside flickered like a disco and the creature could only but hope that the others had planned this and that he hadn’t. Just at that moment, he saw one of his own run past the doorframe and in the other direction.
Edging a little to the left, the creature was again able to see his partner. The creature outside was stood immobile, looking in front of him, at what he couldn’t make out.
‘What’s going on out there?’ he wondered.
The creature decided to release the girl momentarily and venture outside; help out the others. Almost immediately as his grip released the girl, she ran over into the corner of the room opposite and continued to whimper whilst rocking back and forth.
The creature spun on his one remaining leg and hoped toward the door. Only three hops forward and his footing was caught under something and he fell to the floor.
Moving the stupidly long, girl’s hair, from his eyes, the creature was face-to-face with the teacher he’d stabbed before in the back. Pushing himself up, he decided he’d be better putting the body somewhere. None of his associates had re-inhabited the body yet, so he mustn’t have been dead. Therefore, once the creature had regained its balance on its one foot, it bent down and with great difficulty brought the fully-grown mans body, up onto the table next to him.
Once satisfied the job was done and that the teacher was either dead or unconscious, he set back on his journey towards the door…
***
The woman walked steadily into the room containing the man, who lay collapsed on the floor next to a double bed. He held a pistol in one of his hands and the other was covering his nose. Blood was soaking up into the carpet and was drying on his face. Being lay on his front and with his hand on his face, it was hard for her to get any indication of what he fully looked like and whether he was dead or not.
She knew she needed to move him into a safer position and see if his was one of them or not. With her eyes closed, she gently rolled him over, and checked him for any signs of life. It didn’t take her long to find one; his chest lifted up and flattened out after a moment. With this she immediately knew he was not yet one of them, they did not breathe, they need not to. With their lives being as close to death as possible, they adapted and their lungs no longer functioned properly.
His face was now fully revealed and the damage didn’t look as bad as it seemed from the pool of blood surrounding him. His nose and mouth both looked intact and she could see no sign of foul play, he looked fine, sexy almost; apart from the dried blood.
She dragged the duvet cover off the bed and used one of the corners to wipe off as much of the blood as she could. With all the movement, he stirred and groaned in his sleep.
‘Arggh… my neck… it hurts’ he muttered.
Wondering what he was going on about, she lifted up his head and peered underneath at his neck but could see nothing. It looked fine, no marks or even a bruise, and she wondered exactly what he was going on about.
‘Dream, must be’ she thought.
That’s when he screamed, loud enough for anything to hear for miles. That’s when he let all of them know of their position, their hiding place, but not for much longer.
***
The creature continued toward the door, eventually making it there, on his one leg. He paused and wished to take a breath like the pathetic humans did so much, it was one of the things he wanted to do once he had been re-born here, but with never having done so, it was impossible to even know where to start and he shook off the fascination. Leaning on the doorframe, he glanced out into the hallway.
He saw all three of his partners lay motionless, scattered around the laminate flooring, dead. Stood in the centre of them all was a human being, he looked familiar, too familiar…
***
James opened his eyes, as his nose was sick through the horrible stench passing in them. He was looking out of the side window of a car, most likely his own, when a red race car sped past and dragged the smell along with it. Whoever was driving was obviously dead and decaying or a very unhygienic human who smelt like the dead himself.
Rubbing the smell for the hairs of his nose, James turned his attention to the driver, a middle-aged woman. She was fairly nice looking and James wondered what he was doing in the same car as her.
She must have sensed he was looking at her, as she turned her head towards James and smiled. Her smile was outstanding and James felt like he was falling in love all over again, since Carol.
‘Carol… Layla’ he thought.
Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and James was blinded momentarily. Once he vision returned he saw the most unlikely thing, his daughter staring back at him. She looked the same as she always did, beautiful, and yet something wasn’t right.
“What’s the matter mummy?” she asked.
James pondered for a moment as to why she was here and why she was calling him ‘mummy’. He opened his mouth and tried as hard as he could to force out a sentence to ask why, but nothing escaped. He couldn’t utter a word or even a single syllable thus meaning he was unable to reply.
“What’s the matter mummy? Mummy?” she asked a second time.
James screamed inside his stomach and tried with all his might to say what he truly wanted, ‘Are you OK?’ but the only few words that left were those not of his choice.
“Time to eat… Layla” he muttered.
He moved inward, towards his little girl and there was a loud demolishing crash like noise, which was paired with the blinding light. When his vision returned he realised the presence next to him was no longer his daughter but the strange woman again, but the same smell from the distant car before had returned.
James placed his hand on her shoulder and shook it vigorously back and forth until she turned her head and faced him. When she did, she revealed her scratched, torn face. Chunks of her cheeks were missing and blood ran down her skin, bouncing off her lap below. With a devilish grin, she jumped onto James…
Chapter Fifteen
James woke screaming and in a sweat with a woman he’d never met on top of him, pinning him to the floor. James panicked and squirmed under her weight in an attempt to escape the fate he felt coming, death from eating flesh.
“Let me go! Please, just let me go!” he screamed.
“OK… OK, just calm down. I’m not here to hurt you; I’m here to help. You fainted and you’ve been having a fit. I had to hold you down to stop you from hurting yourself, let alone me thinking of hurting you myself, OK?” asked the woman.
James wondered for a moment if it was a trap or not but decided it most likely wouldn’t be because, after all, there would be no need, she had him by the balls already, she could have eaten what was left of his whimpering body ages ago. With his mind calming down already he fully examined the woman; who was now slowly clambering off of him and scrunching into the fettle position on top on the bloody carpet.
He’d always thought of getting laminate flooring to stop the absorption of liquids he or his wife may have spilt during the night due to lack of vision. He wished he had now; it may have been easier to clean up the mess. It was then that he realised that none of it mattered anymore, life was over, his wife was gone, she wasn’t going to spill anything on the floor and he would never be able to sleep without her. He was alone, with nothing but the dead body, the blood soaked carpet and the woman he didn’t know.
He moved his eyes back from the drenched carpet and to the woman’s eyes. She looked awfully familiar, a lot like the woman in his dream.
‘Shit! She is the woman from my dream!’ he thought.
He must have been showing his thoughts of panic and confusion on his face, therefore showing the world he was petrified of what the hell was going on in his mind.
The woman instinctively knew something was wrong and spoke.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
James didn’t know what answer he could possibly give without seeming like a complete freak and scaring his only friend into shooting that gun once more directly into is own head this time.
“Excuse me, but have we met before?” he asked.
The woman panned over James in an attempt to notice anything remotely familiar in his figure or voice but it was exactly as James had expected.
“I don’t think so, I’m sorry, I’m new in this town, and I’ve not met a lot of people yet. I’m Nicola” answered Nicola.
“I’m James and thank you for saving my life, I was a bit unsure of what was going on before but I think I’m OK now”
The woman nodded and smiled like a childhood sweet heart James had once had many years ago. He smiled back and placed his palms underneath his backside. Pushing with all his might, he tried to get to his feet but was unable to focus his strength into his sweaty hands, therefore falling back onto his rump.
Nicola stood and held out her hand like an angel to help James lift up to his natural stance and regain his balance, he was useless to her on the floor or dead.
***
David was running around his house in a frantic panic in search of anything that he’d need to take with him on his journey to nowhere. That is when he heard the screams of his next door neighbour pierce through the groans of the dead.
Clutching the only thing he felt was a necessary, his shotgun, he crept to the hallway and towards the front door. The adrenaline pumping through his veins was the only thing keeping him moving, a good thing, apart from the careless macho army man movie he was trying to recite.
As if he was invincible, he clasped the door handle and pulled the wooden door wide open, not thinking of what may have been behind the only thing dividing him and certain death. The street seemed normal for a moment; daylight showered the green grass and the busy people around walked with quick pace to wherever it was they needed to be.
The repeated screams of his neighbour was like a knife though paper, the light was sieved and the people mutated into horribly disfigured animals. He remembered, they weren’t ‘normal’ people, they where those things, those ‘creatures’, he had killed so many of not long ago.
He killed the first few when he was pulled over by the police for speeding, he felt the need for speeding was a must, considering he had a dying child in his backseat.
The boy had been mauled by several middle-aged adults, in what seemed like a random act of violence. He saw it happen from the window of his 50floor companies’ glass building apartment, whilst peering down on what seemed like yet another boring day in life, but once he realised how extreme the problem was he ran out of his office thus forgetting his suit jacket which held all documentation of who he was.
***
Having to swivel past people on the stairs and narrow corridors caused an immense problem and pain, due to the arthritis he'd recently been suffering from in his knee. He clashed with several of his work mates but didn’t stop to ask their forgiveness, yet he also noticed that none asked for an apology, they didn’t even seem to feel the crash or care about the situation, they seemed dead to the world.
After several minutes of racing down flights of stairs he reached the bottom and ran into the lobby, which was once a place of beauty but now looked repulsive with the blood and debris.
The left wall was covered in a spray of blood, almost like the ones he's seen in movies after someone had blown their brains out. The right looked none the better but a lot more decorative with the design and shape the blood was in, almost like a painting of hatred and death.
The chairs that once stood correctly postured along the sides of the room were now scattered along the floor and curled up together in corners. The flowers that swam in the vase on the table in the centre were no longer situated where they were before, they had been ripped to spreads and thrown into the air, and bits were everywhere.
Panting excessively, David stood under the ray of light pouring through the glass window that was still intact, with the other one looking blown to smithereens.
He bent down and forced his head between his aching knees, still panting like a dog after a race with a stick. He didn’t have any clue as to what was going on, and was close to walking behind the security desk and into the security room in the back to ask someone in charge, but his attention was drawn to a black figure on the floor outside.
It was then that he heard the moans of the young boy and remembered why it was he sent himself on the death trip down the stairs.
He swallowed hard and took a deep breath that calmed his nerves and quenched his thirst for air. He then walked toward the glass doors, through the room of confusion, and into the room of hell that outside had became.
David used his arm to cover the blinding ray of light the sun was shinning into his eyes and it was then that he realised the sun was rather low in the sky considering the time of day. Nonetheless, he carried on towards the boy; short of breath, with lack of energy and aching throughout.
***
David lost count of how many of the creatures there was outside his house when he got over 48, his attention was drawn to the large amount pouring through his next-door neighbours front door. He had to do something, he needed someone alive to help rationalise this whole nightmare, to prove he wasn’t going mad.
He figured it would be pointless him trying to go through the front door with so many of them stood there waiting their turn in the queue to the buffet that was on it the house. He needed a plan but had no time to come up with any, although he was sure even if he did it would mostly probably end up with him getting killed or worse, turned into one of them.
Instinctively he ran through his kitchen and hallway, and towards his back door. This was his shinning moment, his chance to prove he wasn’t a useless human being that did nothing with his life; it was time to show them all.
He reached his back door and kicked the door wide open, it was then he realised that it may have been better if he was a little quieter, would have made the situation a lot easier and less dangerous; in a way. He stepped out into the breeze and swung his body round to the side of his house. He stood frozen in fright as he acknowledged the several dead bodies lay on the floor beneath him.
He knew that if he wanted to save her life, he would have to move quickly but fear and smarts told him to find another way round.
Another scream erupted from the house.
He had no other choice but to pass over the bodies and clamber into her garden, it was only several yards after all.
He took only one step and one of the supposed dead bodies grabbed onto David’s ankle; he stumbled for a moment then collapsed face first into the grass.
He could taste something sweet and yet something sour at the same time, when he opened his eyes he saw the blood drenched floor and the red dye that he had most certainly swallowed. It must have been their blood; he must have tasted the blood of the devils.
Rolling onto his side, David spat the liquid out of his mouth and on the floor beside him and pushed himself to sit upright and face to face with the creature.
The creature snarled at him like a rabid dog and muttered unknown words to David. Its eyes were blood red and its face was torn down one side, bone could be seen through several puncher holes along its check bones. It looked as if it may have been scrapped across gravel flooring, and the flesh had been ripped clean off. Surprisingly blood dint pour out of the wound, but his face was sheet white which gave the impression maybe all the blood had already been drained and there was no more in there. Maybe it was the blood David had swallowed.
Before David could move a muscle the creature leaped on top of him and pinned his arms to each side of his head, then swung one of his clammy fists across David’s face. Blood now began to drip out of the holes of the creatures face and down onto David’s.
David stretched to the side in an attempt to grab the gun which had been pushed aside. His fingertips rubbed against the end of the barrel but he couldn’t pull it in.
Another blow to David’s face rendered him temporarily unconscious, he couldn’t do anything, and he gave up.
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There is more to work on but i would love for people to say what they think, if its crap let me know, saves me hassle of typing it up in detail, thanks