CHAPTER 2
I woke up to the sound of glass smashing. I bolted upright in my bed, and turned on the bedside lamp. I jumped as I saw a figure by my wardrobe, but then I relaxed when I realized it was just my reflection in the mirror. I flicked my long dark and silky hair out of my eyes and got out of bed. Wondering what the noise could have been I walked along the corridor to my parents room.
I was only 16, and I trusted my parents with everything. I wanted to ask them what the noise was. However, as the door swung inward, I was in meet with a ghastly sight. My father was sat hunched over the body of my mother, her stomach ripped open. He was greedily devouring her innards, tearing and biting at any bit of flesh he could get his hands on. I screamed and backed out of the room, not believing my eyes. My father turned around looking straight at me, I choked with shock and fright. A large chunk of my fathers face was missing, and his whole bottom jaw had been ripped off. All that was left of the lower half of his face was a nose, his upper jaw and a tongue. A gaping hole was left where his lower jaw should be, and the hole led straight to his throat. I turned and started to run. My father leaped up with a roar and chased me along the corridor and down the stairs. I ran to the front door and wrenched it open. Ducking through, I looked back to see my mutated father close on his heels. As I ran out of my house, I tripped and fell on my face. I quickly turned over and began to shuffle away backwards from my looming father. My father began to swing his arm towards me when a gunshot rang clear through the night. My fathers head was blown to peices as he took the bullet straight to the face. His corpse wandered aimlessly for a fews seconds before falling to ground. I looked round for the marksman, and saw my neighbour, John, with a shotgun crooked in one arm. John was 32 and had lived next door to me for 7 years.
"Come quickly boy," rasped John.
"That shot will have alerted more of them. they'll be headed here right now."
I sat still for a moment bewildered.
"Do you want to die, boy? Come on, or I'll leave you for them. No point draggin' you along, that'll just slow me down."
Trembling, I stood up. I took the arm offered to me by John and together we hurried off into the night.
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Chronicles Of The Dead
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