Death doesn't sleep

Chapter 2

Why me.......

Colby ran through the streets, pushing people out of the way and dodging cars. He had to get there fast. Adrenaline and fear coursed through his veins as he ran, propelling him forward. He heard the screams of strangers in the background and tried to push them out of his mind. 
He weaved through the busy streets and alleys, his feet pounding against the pavement. He could feel the sweat dripping down his back and his heart pounding in his chest. He pushed himself harder and harder, determined not to stop until he reached a house which looked safe .
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Colby found himself standing in front of the brick structure He paused for a moment to catch his breath and take in the sight. Then, he took a deep breath and walked through the door.
Inside, he was greeted by a a scene he would never forget .Colby followed the trail of blood carefully, dreading what he may find at the end. He moved with a kind of hopelessness, as if he already knew what he was going to see. He could feel his heart pounding, the thump echoing in the small hallway echoing with eerie reverberations.
He stepped into the kitchen and felt his stomach drop. There, in front of him, was a horrific sight. His parents, their bodies disfigured and twisted in a grisly display of violence. His father, slumped against the wall, a huge chunk missing from his throat. His mother, her pink frilly apron the only thing left in tact, the rest of her body unrecognizable.
Colby staggered back, unable to process the scene before him. He wanted to scream and cry, yet all he could do was stand there in shock, mouth gaping, eyes fixed in disbelief. This wasn't the way things were supposed to end. This was not the life he had dreamed of for his parents. He wanted to turn back time, to undo the tragedy, to make it all go away. But instead, he was left with nothing but a bloody reminder of what he'd lost, and a heavy sadness that would stay with him Colby stood at the threshold of his family home, his heart heavy with grief and confusion. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, but he clenched his jaw and held them back. He knew that if he gave in to the tears now, it would be a long time before he could even begin to pick up the pieces of his shattered world.
Taking a deep breath, Colby stepped outside and was greeted by a cold breeze that sent a chill through his body. He looked around and saw the familiar sights and sounds of his hometown, now tinged with a certain sadness that he hadn't noticed before.
Colby stopped in his tracks as a faint yet unmistakable sound emerged from the small house down the road. It was a cry, unmistakably belonging to a young girl, and it seemed to fill the air around him with a sense of urgency and dread. All the questions and worries that had been floating around in Colby's head for the past few hours suddenly seemed irrelevant in the face of this new emergency.
Without another thought, Colby rushed forward, driven by a deep-rooted compulsion to help the girl in need. He leapt forward, seemingly propelled by a force greater than his own body, as if he was being pulled forward by an invisible string. The wind flew past his face, and he felt a strange sense of clarity as the cry echoed around him.
He came to a stop in front of the house, catching his breath and trying to assess the situation. From the outside, the house looked normal, if a bit run down. There were no signs of a struggle, and nothing to indicate that there was anything wrong. The only indication that something was amiss was the sound of the scared girl's cries, coming from inside the home.
Colby took a deep breath to steel himself. Then, he stepped forward and opened the door, not knowing what monsters he might be facing inside

                                                         What will he find?