Dull By Daybreak |Interactive Story|

Chapter 4

Gore
Violence
Cannibalism
Death
Gun violence
Foul language
This chapter might be high off of something

Esther was on the floor, curled up as if she was on her period and going through those excruciating cramps(same girl).

Her hands, cuticles and the area near her elbows in specific, were in fact bleeding. Her nails because growing claws strong enough to rip through metal wasn't exactly painless.

Her arms mainly because of that bastard from before. The purple and black start to trail up her neck, stemming from her chest. It stopped at the corners of her lips, running towards her ears.

Thin lines ran across her waist, connecting with the rest of the purple and black.

It burned. She could swear her skin was boiling. Esther wouldn't be surprised if it started to blister. She did call the police, as always instructed whenever an alert sounded on the TV. She was going to be put down.

She bit her lower lip at the thought, new pearly white fangs tearing up the peach colored flesh. Blood trickled from her mouth to her chin.

She was so damn hungry. I mean, it was right there. Just— just a taste. That's all she wants.

ꨄ🎀

She was hunched over the corpse on her no longer clean floors, tearing at the flesh she exposed at most an hour ago. Its jaw was torn off and placed, actually thrown, at the wall.

Arlene's dull eyes seemingly watched them from the abnormal way her head was tilted. She lied there, dead, as her mother tore into the face of that creature.

She wasn't any different from it now. Preying on the weak and hurt, the dead and forgotten.

By now its face was unrecognizable and she lost interest in it. It didn't have a lot of anything on it, really. It was malnourished, the limbs long and stalky, skin peeling off and exposing the yellowish bones.

Did it even have muscles? Of course not, it's just built different. Mutated to live different from other people.

Was she going to look like that? Even as a man eater she had a preference. I don't blame her.

She nearly gagged, moving her eyes away from it and the massive pool of blood. She looked at Arlene. Blood was all over the little girls bed and her neck. It was staining her shirt and skin.

Esther made a low ticking noise as she stood up, wiping blood away from her lip with her thumb. Hand extended, she grabbed the smaller one, careful not to let sharp and dense claws prick soft skin.

How she pitied herself and her daughter. Those light blue eyes that used to shine in awe were now dull and lifeless. In all honesty this could have easily been avoided if she closed the door.

BANG.

She heard the sound of her front door being slammed against the wall. Oh yeah,
she forgot about that. She's just so silly at times, tehe.

Aggressive footsteps made their way in, going through her home, opening closets and doors. They checked everywhere, before coming to a stop at Arlene's room. The smell of blood was so intense it was putrid to the officers who stood outside her daughter's door.

"Ma'am, we're asking you to confirm you're not hostile and open this door, otherwise we'll have to force our way in. To exterminate this virus we will have to kill you either way." A man said as he reached for the door handle, his palm hovering over it.

After several moments of silence, he pushed the handle down and opened the door. The sound of him gagging was enough for the others to take a peek. Ew.

Blood had been splattered in every which way, the corpse on the ground already distributing a strong odor.