Lachlan awoke to the sound Becky's scream. They were in there own house . In the sleepy seaside suburb of Long Bay."What is it!" Lachlan asks in a panic, looking around in Becky's room. "I see one!"Becky squealed. Lachlan quickly spotted it as well, a grown up. Head to toe rotten and covered in filth, large boils covered its face. Lachlan now clutching a kitchen knife from which he kept from the kitchen in their house. "Stay here and keep quiet you'll be my look out from here if u see anymore of them call out to me we might have to make run for it if this turns ugly". Becky replied with a nod. Lachlan then crept downstairs and opened the door slow enough so he didn't make a lot of noise. Lachlan peeked out of the doorway and fell over as he came face to face with the grown up, luckily Lachlan backed away just in time to avoid the bear hug like grasp of the grown up, as the grown up faltered and almost fell Lachlan took the chance and kicked the grown up in his mouldy arse and as the grown up fell, Lachlan fell with it and sunk the once clean kitchen knife into the back of its head. Rotten blood started to seep out of the grown up's fatal head wound.
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The Living
RandomA story based and inspired by Charlie Higsons 'The Enemy Series' The Living is similar to The Rising ( by ReubenAS) except it is Lachlan's story and in The Rising it is Reuben's story
