This Dark, Dark World

Chapter 2

A clammy hand latched itself onto my right arm and I screamed, immediately trying to shake it off. I was still clutching the fire extinguisher and I knew that was what I had to use. Just as my best friend had. I learned from my best friend that the thing I had to hit was the head. Nothing else would work. I had to destroy the brain. I leapt to my feet, my eyes trained on the woman, whose hand had fell off of my arm and solidly onto the stained floor. She moaned again, made that noise that made me shudder. The woman was slowly dragging herself up off of the ground, her eyes still not meeting mine, though I knew already what they would look like. Their eyes. I had no idea what was wrong with their eyes. All color from them was gone. They were pupil-less. But they were still so alive. I knew right then that those eyes would haunt my dreams for a long as I lived. If it was even going to be for that much longer. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the flashes from a past I couldn't even remember completely.

The woman was now on her feet and as she looked up, I saw that her skin had turned a mottled grey and her lips were held back in a snarl. She took a few juddering steps towards me, as if she wasn't sure on her feet. I looked down and saw why. Her feet had on them the highest, thinnest black heels I had ever seen. Maybe I could use that to my advantage. I knew what I had to do, even if the very thought of it made me sick to my stomach.

My vision was still blurry from the tears in my eyes and I leapt back in surprise as the fuzzy form of the dead woman suddenly lunged for me. Before I even knew what I was doing I stuck my leg out and kicked her legs out from underneath her. She landed solidly on carpeted floor but that didn't even faze her. Her legs seemed so weak on her long high heels as she dragged herself to her knees with a chilling snarl echoing from deep in her throat. I wiped my tears away furiously, from this day on, I thought as I raised the fire extinguisher above my head, I am not going to be cry.  I couldn't hide as a little girl behind my tears any more. With that thought still ringing in my mind, I swung the fire extinguisher down hard.

It managed to knock the woman to the ground again, but she was to her feet again, faster this time, reaching for me with her hands still dripping with blood. I leapt backwards and she stumbled towards me. She lunged and I felt the slightest jolt of panic, but quickly brushed it off and dodged to the side. The woman fell hard to the ground, her head crashing into the wall with a sickening thud. A framed picture shook above her and suddenly fell off of the wall and onto the woman's head, the glass smashing on impact. But even that wasn't enough. The woman snarled and tried hard to get back up again, but I quickly sprang into action, rushing over and planting a foot firmly in her lower back. I had her pinned down but I knew I couldn't keep it up for long. She was still strong and as her arms flailed around furiously in a desperate attempt to get at me, I felt myself quickly losing my balance. I had to act fast. I took a deep breath and raised the fire extinguisher above my head before slamming it down onto her head, with a horrible cracking noise. I felt the vomit rising in my throat again as I saw a sliver of bone in the immediately-formed pool of thick, congealing blood at the back of her head. I knew I wouldn't be able to look any more. I screwed my eyes tightly shut as I raised it above my head again and slammed it down. The woman's moans were slowly dying down, but I could still feel her pathetically wriggling beneath me. I almost felt pity for her, but the I remembered what she was now what they had done.raised the fire extinguisher again. I kept my eyes closed as I swung it again and again, feeling tears form beneath the closed lids which I quickly swallowed away as I felt the blood splatter onto my face, onto my clothes. I did it until I felt no more movement beneath me and heard no more haunting moans. I had done it. I had killed one of them.

I didn't open my eyes again until I had taken my foot off of the body and had thrown the fire extinguisher onto the floor. When I did open them, the first thing I saw was Lewis standing in the doorway, his mouth hanging open.