The Survival

1~Alone

They're here. I can hear their mutilated footsteps against the kitchen tiles. A ear-shattering screech emerged from what was left of one of the creatures mouths. He'd found Millie. The creature was running now, with every step nearing the remains of my sister, beckoning the rest of his pack.

Tearing flesh and animalistic chewing filler my ears as I readied my already bloodied kitchen knife. If I was going to make it out of the house alive I'd have to make sure none of the monsters did too. The ravenous noises stopped and I prepared for the pack to spread around the house. Patiently, I crouched behind my desk, blazer over chair to conceal me further. It was surprisingly light outside and I couldn't stop myself from drifting into memories, water balloons thrown from windows, footballs lost over fences and crawling under scaffolding to retrieve them. I miss those days. I snapped back from the memories and was greeted by a pair of rotting feet.

Oh no. I'm not ready. The house had been safe for weeks until mum was forced outside to the bandit shop and never came back. It was her that left the door unlocked but I couldn't hold the grudge. I hope she is safe. I desperately wanted to stay here because if she was still alive, this is the first place she would go but it's not safe anymore. I'll leave a note on the door if I do escape alive.

The feet are now millimetres away from my trap as I raise my knife. The marbles look as scared as I do. The creatures lifts it's foot and places it just where I wanted it to. It almost comically falls over and lands, practically silently, on the pillows. Hesitantly, I leap out from the desk and forcefully slam the knife into the monster's face. I'd done it. I actually did it.

Just two more. I hear one making its way up the stairs and decide that the best way to get rid of him would be to swiftly kick him back down and, preferably, squash his 'mate' simultaneously. I creep down the hallway and swing myself around using the banister railing. I always told Marcus I could do the 619 but he never believed me. The horrifying creature fell perfectly onto the floor, bursting his pus-filled head and creating a right mess. The last one. I forgot about the last one. Hungrily, it sprinted from the living room and sprung up the steps. I tried to reach the top but it grabbed my leg with its slimy and sharp fingers.

This is it. This is the end. Just as I brace myself for the poisoning bite the door crashes open. 'GET OFF HIM' the unrecognisable figure shouts, flinging a small but sharp blade straight into the creatures overgrown head. Who was this saviour? Who would've wanted to save someone like me? How did they find me? Even still, I was in awe. The figure ran over to me and gave me a hug, almost squeezing me to death. 'I thought I was alone' she said. 'I bet you did too.'