You will always be my best friend.

Cody's POV

What was he doing? Was he crazy?
"Matt... What are you doing?" He was dragging his ankle on the carpet, the blood was making a trail from the bedroom into the hallway. "Matt... Stop it, you're scaring me." I said in the strongest voice I could muster; my voice cracked.
His mouth was snapping open and shut and his eyes... They were black. I shuddered. For my own saftey, I picked up a vase on the little coffee table.
"Matt, you better stop it. Now." My hand was visibly shaking and I could feel beads of sweat dripping down my face, I must have said something wrong because the next moment I knew, he pushed his body towards me. I collapsed under his weight, hitting my head on the wooden banister. My vision went blurry and my arms went weak. I saw Matt's bloodstained teeth snapping at my face, was he trying to eat me? "Matt! Fuck off, you're insane!" I yelled, I grabbed the vase that fell on the floor beside me and without hesitation, I smashed in on his face. Shards of glass pierced his decaying skin, allowing blood to ooze out from the wounds; he was dazed.
I seized the moment to push his heavy body off of mine and ran down the stairs, I heard heavy footsteps follow me, footsteps that were faster than my own. Quickening my pace, I fled to the kitchen, knowing he would follow me. I pushed a chair out in front of me to block his path momentarily while I looked for a weapon. A knife.
I grabbed the knife from its stand and stood in a fighting stance, one that my real dad showed me. "You're fucking crazy. You insane bastard. You killed my mum!" I shouted before running towards him with my knife in my hand. As soon as I saw the opportunity, I plunged the knife through his skull until it wouldn't go any further, his dark blood splattered my face. I pulled the weapon out of his still body and shoved it into my pocket. My heart was thumping with adrenaline, I had just killed my fucking step dad.

Stepping over his body, I raced upstairs to find my mum still moving, she had been bitten in her neck and her arm.
"Mom I'm here, it's okay... What the hell did he do to you?" I croaked, a lump had formed in my throat.
"Cody?" My mum managed to say. Her blue eyes looked vacant and empty, I hated to see her like this. "Did... Did he bite you? Are you hurt?" She raised her uninjured arm to my cheek.
"No mum, I'm fine. We need to get you to a hospital, right now." I said, slowing trying to pick her up without hurting her.
"Sweetheart... It's too late." She croaked.
"Too late for what? Mum?" I gently put her back onto the carpet. "What do you mean 'too late'? Too late for what?" I said, her eyes were fluttering.
"I've been bitten." She said, more quietly now. The colour of her eyes were fading.
"What's gonna happen to you? We need to get you help." I said, tears slipping down my cheeks.
"I'm turning into one of those monsters, Matt got bitten at work and he started to change..." Her eyes were shutting, her voice kept trailing off. "You have to kill me, Cody." She said, she didn't have the strength to stop me when I stood up.
"Kill you?" I shouted. "Why the fuck would I kill you? Mum?" I gently shook her. "Mum?" She wasn't breathing. "Mum wake up!" Tears were falling on her body. I shook her shoulders but she wouldn't wake up. "Mum. Please wake up, stop being stupid. Wake up, I need you." I took her frail body into my arms and cradled her. Her brown hair fell perfectly on her sleeping face, her eyelids were shut, they weren't flickering anymore. I placed her on the floor and sobbed into her stomach.

Her arm twitched. "Mum?" I whispered. I stood up. "Mum?" I said, but my voice much clearer. Her eyes shot open but they weren't her eyes. Two black pits replaced them. Her body started shaking violently, her mouth opened and she started screaming. Petrified, I backed myself into my room, keeping my eyes on her. The two bite marks had nearly healed, red lumps were in their place. She scrambled to her feet and sniffed the air. She slowly turned her head all the way around, her bones crunching and clicking until she was staring at me with those dead eyes. A strangled cry escaped my mouth and she sprinted for me. I pulled the bloodied knife from my pocket and weakly held it in my shaking hand. She stopped inches from my face, she seemed to be analysing it. With one sickening cry she tried to bite my face with her decaying teeth. I stabbed her in the stomach, my vision was clouded with tears. She seemed to have not felt it because she lunged for me again, but before she could rip my face off, I plunged the knife in the back of her head. She let out a final cry before her body shut down. "I'm so sorry, mum." I whispered to her body. I pulled the knife out and placed it on the floor next to her. I slowly walked down the stairs without looking behind me. I got to the bottom and then opened the door.