Truth or Death?

Just Halusinations!

I ran past the girl as she still descended towards me and I looked back. Her gaze came from underneath her long red hair and she groaned.

"Unghhh!"

I screamed and pounded on the door, Tears racking through me as I whimpered.

"Help me!"

No matter how battered and bloody my hands were the glass on the door, would not break. I picked up the fire poker and smashed it against the door. Pain shot through my arm and I dropped my only weapon.

"Shit! Fuck! Help!" I screamed praying Tessa or Faith would hear me.

I turned around and looked at the woman only feet away from me and sobbed.

"no, no, no.."

This wasn't real. its just a dream! I told myself. But it wasn't going away!

That's when I remembered I had my phone on me. I pulled it out and cursed. No service! What the hell?! I had perfect service a few hours ago!

When I looked up from my phone, the woman was right in front of me and had her hands out as if to strangle me. Caught in the moment I wasn't fast enough and she got her dirt crusted hands on my jugular.

I tried to scream but she squeezed. The blood from her huge gaping wound was smearing all over me and I cursed.

"Get the fuck off of me!"

"Ugnnhhhh!"

she groaned.

I used my hands to push her off when-

Holy shit! She just tried to bite me!

I turned my head to the right when I noticed the fire poker just out of reach. I went to grab it, but my fingers brushed against it and pushed it farther.

"Fuck!"

I had to get that fucking stick. but this dead broad had to get off me! I curled my knees Into my chest and pressed the balls of my feet against her, chest and shoved. She didn't go far, but it knocked her on her ass.

Grabbing the poker I swung it and cracked it against her skull and her head flew all the way around.

Breathing heavily I sobbed and dropped to my knees. What the fuck was she?! Alive?! out of her mind?!

I slowly tried to get up but my body was drained from fear. I gave up and sat there for a minute.

'Pull yourself together Ronnie! you have to get the hell out of here!'

I stood up slowly and made my way to the back of the mansion to where a back door might be. Turning the corner a nail caught me by my baggy sweats and I screamed, pulling hard for it might be another Zombie. Was that what they were? She was groaning, she was definitely dead. Yep seems about right.

I pulled harder to get free when it tore my sweats all the way up my leg, showing my panties and I just kept walking.

"Fuck it." I mumbled carelessly to myself.

I have more problems to worry about than torn Pajama sweats. For instance, getting the fuck out of here, or the fact that Zombies might be infesting Manhattan.

When I saw moonlight coming through a window in the kitchen I noticed a door. I ran to it, prayed it would turn and almost cried when it did.

I'm free!

Right when I opened the door, I ran smack into Tessa and screamed.

"Holy shit Tessa! You scared me to death!"

"I scared you?!" she sounded hysterical. "We heard you screaming Ronnie! I thought you were getting raped!"

"Yeah are you okay?!" Faith said brushing me off.

"I'm okay! jeeze! this place is like a damn maze!"

They both looked at me like they were expecting me to say something else.

"What?"

"Ronnie... why do you have blood on you?" Tessa questioned me.

"Yeah and why are your sweats torn?" Faith said pulling at my rags.

"I'm not sure..." I lied.

"Ronnie! don't lie to me!" Tessa scolded.

"Tess, if I tell you, you guys will think I'm crazy!"

"Just tell us!"

I sighed. "I think I was attacked by Mrs. Eastons Zombie."

They looked at each other and laughed.

Great..

"I'm not kidding watch! Follow me!"

I grabbed both of their hands and dragged them through the maze of the house and stopped where I had last left the dead Zombie.

Except instead of a Zombie... There was just a pile of black ash...