Fear The Living

Introduction.

Gathering around the cheap television, we began our daily routine. Squashed together on the too small, preowned sofa as father went through the channel until he had found our usual programme. Silence washed over us as the news reporter began to speak, a worried look on his face, beads of sweat trailing down his wrinkled forehead.

'Cannibalism,' he slowly gulped, as the green screen behind him showed the events of the rioting on the streets. A series of men, women and children tearing into one another's skin; blood lust in their grey eyes. Watching as my younger sister whimpered, cuddling into mother I took the keys from the table. Walking towards the cracking door of our small rented flat, ready to lock it. Our neighbourhood had always been an peaceful one, were your doors could be wide open but you'd have no trouble with burglars.

'Don't be silly,' my unkind father growled from behind me, snatching the keys from my trembling hands. 'It'll blow over,' he laughed.

Tears rolled down my bloodstained cheeks, knees tightly held against my chest. The decaying bodies, groaned as they continuously bashed against the windows of the convenient store; that I had barricaded myself inside. It did not 'blow over'. One year ago, my fathers stupid actions had managed lead to unfortunate events. As biters began to swarm our once human filled household. Killing each of the relatives that I had been surrounded with since I was brought into this world. Wincing as the screams filled my ears, the scene replaying inside of my head. Staggering toward my sister, arms reached for young girls hair, forcing her neck against the monster mouth.

Shaking my head, instantly brought my sense back onto the current situation I had been thrown into. Trapped inside a small area. The only way out blocked by the ravenous dead, that awaited their meal of my flesh. Looking down at the weapon that sat before me I knew that I wouldn't be able to make it out; without being bitten. Flinching as the glass of the fragile window cracked, my head roughly hit the corner of the counter I had been hiding behind.

As a searing pain was sent through my head, causing me to collapse against the stone, cold flooring. All of a sudden, pieces of glass were sprayed out into the small area. Unable to stand, I sucked in a breath and froze in the position I had fallen into. Though as I waited for the attack of the flesh eating monsters, it did not come. There was silence throughout the small building. Vision blurred I was able to make out the outline of a tall figure that stood over me. 'This is the end' I thought to myself, as I tightly closed eyes.

'Is she bit?' A small voice rang through my ears, as I opened my eyes a smaller figure stood besides the other. Something strong gripped my arm, as another hand searched for any wounds. Before I was able to speak, I was being lifted off the ground and was hung over what seemed to be a mans shoulder.
'The place is empty, let's go,' a deep southern accent murmured, confirming my suspicions.

Though I was unable to recall the events that were now being placed, as my eyelids fell shut.