Lurker invasion

The awakening part 1/3

      A loud screeching sound filled the silenced sky as a white bus came to an abrupt stop. The doors swung open, a 16-year-old teenager, male, walked off the bus, adjusting the bag that hung on his shoulder. He ran quickly, bag strapped to his back, stopping as he approached an old one-story house made of brick and thin windows. Stepping onto the patio, his eyes closed as he muttered, "Home". He pushed the already slightly opened door, raising an eyebrow in confusion as he stepped into the house to see glass covering the floors. Making his way down the hall, he stepped around some glass; approaching his bedroom door. A loud thud could be heard banging against the old wooden door. A loud screech was heard from the other side, causing him to wince slightly. Wrapping his right palm around the doorknob, he pushed it open.

In a flash, he got tackled to the ground; pushing the unknown creature holding him down off. Scurrying against the wall, he grabbed a piece of glass as the creature stood up. His eyes widened at the appearance of the creature. It had grey skin, it's eyes a deepish yellow, the face wrinkled up, and the clothes soaked in blood. He furrowed his eyebrows in disgust once he saw the creature's teeth, they could be seen chipped and a darkish green; blood coated around its lips and cheeks.

     The creature started to make its way towards him lurking slowly. In a hurry, he grasped a glass shard, ignoring the dripping blood from the new cut he now had on his palm. Jumping up quickly, he stabbed the creature in the chest, but his triumph turned into shocked, and he let go of the glass shard as the creature threw its hand out to him. Just as the creature had a hold of him, he growled in frustration; blood now leaking from his palm furiously. Running into another room the creature in pursuit, he quickly grasped an old hockey stick, smashing the creature in the chest repeatedly, the creature dropping to the ground. However, just as he was about to sigh in relief the creature got up again, seemingly unharmed. He growled angrily, swinging the hockey stick into the creature's skull, the creature falling to the ground finally dead.

       He took this time to fall back, catching his breath, before standing up. Hearing the front door creak open, he raised the hockey stick as he approached the front door. A middle aged man, late 30's could be seen, with blondish brown hair, a white undershirt on, with a small pistol in hand. The man would raise his gun at him, making him drop the hockey stick and put his hands above his head.