As I stepped into the living room, a horrifying sight froze me in place. My mother stood there, her face smeared with blood, feasting on my father. The scene felt surreal, completely at odds with everything I knew about her; she had always been staunchly against cannibalism.
Her eyes were a chilling ice-white, devoid of pupils, and they locked onto mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. With a guttural growl, she lunged toward me.
"Mother, don't eat me!" I screamed, my voice cracking with terror.
In that instant, panic surged through me, cutting through the shock. I realized I couldn't just stand there, paralyzed by fear. I had to put an end to this nightmare—this twisted mockery of my mother. My hand fumbled for the handgun I kept hidden in my waistband. With trembling fingers, I raised it and aimed at her forehead.
BANG!
The shot echoed through the room, and she collapsed to the floor. But even as her body lay motionless, dread clawed at my insides. I knew this was just the beginning.
As if summoned by my thoughts, my father emerged from the shadows, his eyes the same haunting shade as my mother's. He charged at me with a feral hunger, his mouth twisted in a grotesque snarl, craving my flesh.
Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger again, feeling the cold weight of my decision settle over me as he fell beside her.
I stood there, heart racing, the metallic scent of blood thick in the air. This was the moment I had always dreaded, the beginning of a horror I could never have imagined. My fear extended beyond death itself; I dreaded the thought of my own body rising again, soulless and empty, just like theirs.
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No Escape
RomanceAn updated version of my previous story In a world where shadows loom large and secrets run deep, Alice is a survivor born with a unique gift-the cure to a devastating virus that could change everything. Raised in isolation and protected by Luke, a...
