*Important: Read the first novel before this one*
Life has changed dramatically. Corey is an operator in a public council and works a wage for his family of three; himself, his wife Kerry and his daughter Kate. Life is going pretty good. On the othe...
The storm terrorized the town, smashing and destroying trees in the blink of an eye. The thunder rumbled, making things jump. The traffic that passed the roads sent water splashing footpaths and bus stops along the way. The flickering light of the streetlamps only barely visible from a closer distance upon eye contact.
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The ravenous rampage regularly interrupts the sleep of many residents in an occupied estate, some would look out the window and observe mother nature, others can sleep through the storm like a lamb.
The area is also liable to poor internet connections. Many people complain about how often it breaks and how long it takes to reboot the services. Even when fully restored, it wouldn't be long until it goes playing again.
However, out in the middle of a park is a minor group of teenagers, dressed up in hoody clothing, thick "protective" wellies and wrapped up by cotton material.
Andrew, Max and Timmy are their names. They have boycotted school in protest against "teachers discriminating boys". They staged a protest in a classroom, calling teachers cheaters and displayed posters of teachers heads attached to other images they have printed out. Needless to say, they were told to stop, but they persisted. And by persisting, they left the school building.
But here they are, finding themselves in the pouring rain, miles away from their homes. It is concerningly surprising they have not contacted their parents, but the more they think about it, the more likely it is they have found out what they've done.
"You have to admit, that was funny." Andrew said while trying to cover up his hood. [cough cough cough] "The looks on their faces..." Timmy said while regaining breath from the coughing. "It'll hopefully teach them a lesson. And If not, we'll continue to resist them!" Max exclaimed.
The storm continued to ramp up it's power. Trees were blowing violently in the mercy of the wind, hundreds of leaves being swept away in random directions. The thunder has constantly caught their attention on a series of seconds. "We need internet. We need to phone home." Max suggested. "Except for the fact that this area is fucking shit that the faintest sight of connection will break the minute it appears!" Andrew exclaimed angrily. "Mate, calm down. We need to keep going." Timmy spoke. "I'm not walking in that shite!" Andrew replied furiously. "Well what do we do? Stand here and catch hypothermia?!" Max questioned Timmy.
The tension within the group slowly began to rise. The boys were raging over each other's actions, words, ideas, football teams and classes. This is NOT a group that gets on well with each other. One wrong turn could spell the end for this 3.
"Wait." Max thought. Timmy and Andrew glared at him. "What is it now?!!" The both of them demanded. "Hide underneath the shelter part of peoples' windows!" Max added. "FAT CHANCE, SCUMBAG. WE'LL BE CAUGHT AND TAKEN TO A STATION!" Andrew shrieked. "It's a legitimate plan." Max spoke in attempt to defend his suggestion. "DISBAND!" Timmy declared and walked away. "FINE! YOU FUCKERS ARE THE WORST!" Andrew shouted as he walked away in a huff.
Max sighed with disappointment. He feels incredibly ill over the fact he has lost his friends. Not just him he's lost, the whole entire group has basically lost each other.
As he went to walk off, he heard something in the distance. Max froze in his spot as he tried to identify where the sound was coming from. Chills were filling his spine like a drink dispenser, he thought it would overflow. Then, the next was followed by rustling in the trees and the bushes. Maybe it was the wind. "No..." Max thought nervously. The sound was coming from directly the bushes. Max tried to keep himself together, when all of a sudden, he unnaturally fell to the ground. "AHHHH!" He squealed loudly as he tried to track what is hurting from pain. He could feel a persistent beating sound in his ears as he tried to pull himself up.
But then, as he finally put himself together, he could see glowing eyes in the rain. He froze. He started panicking. They were staring directly back at him, and into his soul. The creepiness was beginning to settle in. As he begins to walk away, he looked back, and the thing was just gone completely. Max's heart was pounding hard. His body was also shaking violently like a game controller's vibration.
"Someone help me!" a woman cried. Max shuddered. "a woman... out in the middle of the streets?" he whispered quietly as he looked around his surroundings.
"HELP!" the voice cried within a spitting distance.
Max proceeded with caution. The thunderstorm makes things quite difficult to hear, depending on how close the sound is. Max could hear the woman choking and crying... almost like... she's around the corner.
Max continued to stealth around, this time, from the side of a house. As he approached the edge:
"I see you! Help!" the woman said looking over to Max's direction.
He stepped out onto the property to see the person, lying on the cold ice ground, clearly shivering with fear and dread.
"h... h... help..." the woman whispered weakly as she tried to keep herself warm. Max stood there, standing still, motionless, no idea what to do. "What are you.. doing here?" Max asked nervously. [cough, cough, cough, cough] the woman sputtered and wobbled around her spot. "I was thrown out!" she replied. "you... you were thrown out? why?" Max asked cautiously. The woman smiled at him. He took a step back. "Don't be afraid kid, I can look after myself." the woman added. Max gulped with the shred of dread.
"Although... I'm kind of stuck here, so, if you wouldn't mind... helping me out?" the woman asked Max.
Max's heart was really getting to him. It was beating like it never before, it shot through the roof in the space of a second. "Come on, little boy. Please help me." The woman added.
"Ok..." Max said.
As he went to pull out his hand to reach her, the woman started behaving strangely. One of her eyes rolled side wards while the other focused on Max. Her smile was growing more creepy as she stared at him, like directly into his soul. As Max's hand was in reach,
the woman snatched it by force to retain him while her body shredded apart. "AHHHHHHHHH!" Max cried loudly as he watched the horrific transformation. The pieces of body torn apart to reveal Cat, with her glowing orange eyes staring into him. Then, she opened 5 mouths of teeth and she sinks them into his shoulder. In one fell swoop, his arm was ripped off and Cat took it and threw it away. Max managed to let go of her hand and started to crawl away. Cat's eyes were glowing increasingly red as she watched her victim attempting to escape her.
She laughed disturbingly as she pulled out her arm and stretched it. Max was caught by the tip of her nails and was pulled back towards Cat. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" his cry echoed as he disappeared into the darkness of the sinkhole.
The thunderstorm raved on and the rain came pouring down like wire. Cat started to munch on Max's dead body, leaving blood stains splashing out everywhere around the sinkhole.
