Deviant | Milo Manheim

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Paisley Anderson

"Hey guys!"I say as I reach my friends in front of the cinema. Wesley turns and throws his arms around me. "Hello bestie" I shake the boys brown hair before pulling away. The others greet me too and I smile at them. Wesley's a good friend of mine, and he has been for as long as I can remember. So has Laura. I wasn't really friends with her brother, Josh, until last year. They look like twins but he's a year older than her.

I follow the group inside and we hand over our tickets. We're gonna watch 'The 355' , I believe it's about a group of CIA-agents. Honestly, I'm just here for a good time. I didn't really spend any time researching the movie or whatever.

We order some snacks before the movie starts. I sit next to Laura and share a large caramel popcorn with her. The guys sit to my right, discussing something that's on Josh's phone.

The lights get dim and the screen lights up. I nudge Wesley with my elbow as he's closest to me, letting him know they should shut up and put their phones away. I turn my own phone off as well and make myself comfortable. I stuff my mouth with popcorn and focus on the movie.

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When we walk out of the building at 10 pm, it's completely dark outside. Only the streetlights shine dim lights on the pavement. The movie was good, I enjoyed it even though it wasn't really my favourite genre. I'm more excited about good horror movies or sappy love stories. They're kind of complete opposite's, but I like them both somehow.

"Since there are some brain-thirsty zombies out and about, Paisley will you be okay to walk home alone?" Josh asks, looking at me seriously. "Yeah, I'll be fine" I've walked home thousands of times and it's always gone prefect.

Four years ago, zombies filled the streets of Los Angeles. The first year we all lived in a lockdown, until three years ago, when they locked the zombies up behind bars. They seem to have created their own little town behind those bars, I've looked through them often enough. They have some sort of wrist band on that keeps them from becoming cruel zombies, but no one's trusts them enough to let them out of their area.

"You sure?" Wesley asks, "I mean, your house is practically next to theirs" he adds. "I promise" they're being serious, I can tell. But I also know they're acting like my parents on purpose now, considering they're all twenty or twenty-one and I'm still nineteen.

"Alright, text us when you get home, yeah?" Laura says and I nod, "of course" I'm sure nothing will go wrong. Besides, zombies can't even get to the other side of the gate.

We say our goodbyes before parting ways. I only live a couple minutes away from the cinema. I turn the corner and walk through the empty streets. It always looks peaceful at night. Though there aren't that many stars, the sky always looks beautiful, even when it's plain.

I cross the road and follow the sidewalk straight ahead. I can already see my street in front of me. Lights shining inside houses, all different shades of yellow and white.

I shiver runs down my spine as a cold breeze hits my back, creeping under my shirt. I cross my arms, trying to keep myself warm. I enter my street, turning another corner, seeing my house appear. The lights inside are out and my parents are probably already asleep. They like to go to bed early since they're both doctors and have an early shift almost every day.

I let my arms hang beside me again, but as I do, I notice a figure appearing out of the dark. It grabs my arms and holds them right behind my back, pushing me against a wall. Before I manage to scream, someone's hand is on my mouth, muting every sound I make. I breath into the unfamiliar hand heavily, desperate for fresh air.

"Shh.." I manly voice sounds. I make out the figure as a man, towering over me with an enormous height. From what I can make out in the dark, his hair is brown and his eyes are stained red, looking sleep deprived. "Just do what I say and you'll be fine. Now imma remove my hand, but just know that if you try to scream, I'll kill you," He starts, "You know, just rip your throat out. Slowly work my way up, eat your brains and finishing off with those pretty little eyes as the cherry on top" he adds, over pronouncing every word in his sentence to really rub it into my system before slowly removing his hand from my mouth.

I don't dare to make a noise and I try to hold back tears but fail terribly. I won't scream. I want to, but I won't. "Who are you?" I make out with a trembling voice, hands stuck behind my back and prohibited from removing the strand of hair that's annoyingly in my face.

"Oh darling, I'm your nightmare" The voice says again slowly. The man looks intimidating in front of me, his voice sounds slightly raspy and he stands tall not even half a meter in front of me. "Why don't we head for a walk, huh?" He suggests and I let him force me to walk in front of him.

He holds his hand firmly around my wrists behind my back, disturbing the blood flow. I can feel him practically breathing in my neck. I know he's right behind me. The tears roll down both sides of my face as I feel helpless. I could scream, but that'll mean he'll kill me.

He leads me through the streets, around many corners and eventually halts in front of a vent. He reaches down to remove the raster from the brick wall and comes back up.

"After you.." he states and expects me to bow down and crawl through the narrow space. I look at him with wide eyes and slowly start shaking my head in panic. "Oh, come on, really? I won't stare at your fucking ass, now go" he demands and I do as he says. Knowing that despite his words, he will look at my butt. I know boys and I know they won't keep their eyes off of a girls butt. Definitely not in these types of situations.

My hands meet the cold concrete first, then my knees and I starts crawling, scared for whatever it'll be that's in front of me when I get to the end of this tunnel.

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