Awaken

First Fight

His murky brown bloodshot eyes pierced
"Sh*t..."
He lunged on top of me and I fell back hitting my head on a small table knocking and vase off and it shattered bringing questioning voices from the door.

I panicked and screamed at the top of my lungs. I placed my hands on his chest and locked my elbows trying to keep him away from me, despite the immense pain coming from my wrist.

Then time seemed to freeze as I realized this is the first dead person I've seen up close. His face was peeling off and you could see part of his jawbone was showing.
The smell was horrific and made my eyes water. He was trying his best to reach my face but I kept my hands in place.

The voices of my family from outside the door were screaming now. I didn't have time to pay attention to what they were saying though, I had to deal with the problem at hand.
The problem that was literally on my hands.

When I was attacked and pushed to the ground the pitch fork was thrown out of my hands.
Great.
But I had an idea.
I positioned my good right hand on his chest and held him in place as best as I could.
I then aimlessly threw my other hand behind my back and reached for a piece of the broken vase.

My fingers closed around a larger, sharper piece and I brought it in front of me so I could see it.
I tightened my grip causing the glass to cut into my hand and send blood dripping down my arm.
I positioned my hand and just thrust it forward into his eye area as hard as I could.
Bad idea.
Because I transferred all my strength to my left hand, my right hand gave out and collapsed causing him to be inches away from my face.

I screamed again before using all my remaining strength to push him off of me.
He lay next to me and I turned sideways putting my back up against the door.
I then gripped the piece of glass with both my hands sending more blood down my arms. I started screaming again as I continuously stabbed him in his face.
If anybody else was there I would have probably looked like an idiot. Screaming while I stabbed somebody.

Somebody.

My hands stopped for a moment and my eyes trailed around the house.
There.
On top of the fire place mantle.
Pictures.
He had a family.

I looked back down at him and realized that he was dead.
And he wasn't coming back again.

I lay there for a moment thinking about what I just did but quickly shook the thoughts out of my head.

I just killed somebody. Who had a family. He had a family!
But he wasn't somebody.
He was something.
He tried to kill me.
But does it make that much of a difference.
He was still a man.

I slowly pulled myself up off the floor and kicked the dead body just for good measures.
I thought about opening the door and letting them know that I wasn't
ya know
dead.
but then it would defeat the purpose of me coming in here and checking the house.
I walked around the decent sized house and checked all the rooms. Even the attic.
Clear.
Thank the lord.

Screaming and sobs were still coming from the front door and I rolled my eyes.
I picked up the small table and placed the glass shard on it.
I then walked into the bathroom and grabbed some ace bandages. That'll work as gauze, right?
Something about germs and opened wounds just creeped me out. I slowly wrapped it and walked over to the door.
I wrapped my right hand around the handle and unlocked it with my left.

People literally spilled into the door and I was getting hugged and kissed and scolded and kissed some more.

"Alright mom, stop I'm fine."

"Honey one of those things attacked you! There's blood running down your arm!"

I saw my brothers eyes widen and he said in a shaky voice
"D-Did you get bit..?"

"What! No! I would.. No I didn't. I'm fine. It's just from the broken glass"

"There's broken glass!"

Typical mom. There's an apocalypse of dead people and she's worried about broken glass.

"I'm fine. I swear. The house is clear and there's supply's and everything we need for a while. Now I was woken up at five, got into a car crash, broke my wrist, and almost got eaten. I'm tired. I'm going to bed."

Everybody just stared for a while. I actually felt pretty good. Like I was a hero from an action movie. I Felt pretty tough i mean I did just kill an old man with a broken wrist and a piece of glass.

"There's enough rooms for all of us. Make sure you lock the doors, clothes the curtains and turn all the lights off. Bye."

Without looking back I walked up the stairs and entered the second biggest bedroom.
I flopped down on the bed and decided I should pray.

"God. Jesus. Buddha. Whoever will listen. I need help. We all do. I don't know who or what I believe in but I guess I should start now. Just please protect me and my family."

I almost opened my eyes when I remembered something.

"Oh, also please don't let there be any germs on the ace wraps because if you are really god who's listening and you really do know everything. You know how much I hate germs. Okay. Thank You. Have a good night."

Did I just tell Jesus to have a good night. I'm so awkward. Man I really need to go to church.

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