"You're full of shit." I said, in a less-than-confident voice.
I turned around and went to my bathroom.
"If I'm so full of shit, why don't you go out there and see for yourself?" Kira asked, following me.
"Shut up and get out of my house." I said, getting my hair gel out of a drawer.
I began spiking up my hair.
"Look, just turn on your radio and see for yourself."
I paused for a moment. "Fine."
I washed my hands off and went into my garage. I turned my car on and tuned the radio to the news station.
"--urge everyone to remain calm and stay inside. This message repeats. There are hostile creatures roaming the streets. Action is being taken by the government. For the time being, we urge everyone to remain calm and stay inside. This message repeats. Ther--" I turned the radio off.
"See? Now, we need to protect ourselves here until help comes. What are you doing?"
I wasn't listening to Kira or the goddamn radio. I had to see this for myself. I grabbed my kitchen knife and went out. When I got to my front lawn, I saw what I had come out for.
A man was laying in the middle of the street, having his skin and flesh torn out grisly rotten teeth. There were three disfigured, bloody, monsters sitting over him. They were very pale, as if they had been dead for a few days. I could smell them all the way from where I was. They smelled like roadkill, only worse. Much, much worse. Like roadkill that had been decomposed, rotted, and eaten by bugs.
I was shocked. Horrified. I didn't know what to do. The kitchen knife slipped from my hands and hit the cement of my walkway. The noise was enough to grab those... things' attention. I turned and ran back to my doorway. I found the door closed. I twisted the knob frantically.
"Shit, shit, shit!"
The door was locked. I began banging on the door.
"OPEN UP! LET ME IN!"
No answer.
The corpses were making their way past my lawn. I turned and ran to my driveway, around them. I continued running down the street. Not knowing what to do, but run.
"Eric!" I heard somebody yell.
"Hey! Over here!" I heard a different voice yell.
I looked and saw a young man standing in the driveway of a house, gesturing for me to make my way over there. I didn't know what else to do, so I went into the house with him. I was pushed down onto a couch. Next thing I knew, I had a pistol to my face.
"Shut the fuck up." a man said, presumably the one who called out Eric.
My heart was pounding. I was terrified. Sweat drenched my clothes.
We all remained deathly still. Eric (I assumed) looking out the window, the man holding onto my shirt collar with a gun to my face, and me, sitting on the couch scared I was about to have my life taken away.
After a few moments, Eric said, "They're gone. Thank God."
The other man looked at me and said, "You should consider yourself lucky." and let go of me.
I let out a sigh of relief.
"Lay off him, Darren. He's in the same mess that we are."
"You shouldn't have risked your life like that for him, Eric. We could have been in a much worse mess."
