I was at school walking home and I seen someone eating another person ripping there flesh apart and eating it. I ran home and told my mom about the person eating him. She thought I was crazy, I didn't want to go to school today, my dad dragged me ou...
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By the way this is not from TWD its all from my little brain of mine.
It was Thursday, school was over, and I was walking home. My bed was pulling me home with unbelievable power, and I could barely keep my eyes open. It was only by chance that I saw.
Something, I couldn't define what it was, was eating him. My neighbor, his name was Sam. When I was young, I went to his house. He always had an interesting project going on. I don't know why I never went there these last few years, but I still have some of his little trinkets.
The scene was disgusting, but I couldn't bring myself to look away. It was eating Sam's flesh. So much blood. It wasn't until It raised its head and I saw soulless eyes, so I ran.
The suburbs of Atlanta flew past me. Past the pink house and the teal, and then the gray one with the overly friendly dog. The cloudy sky started to rumble, and the green leaves shivered in the wind. The sight of my brown house didn't comfort me at all. What If IT was there?
I was cautious entering my house. The screen door slammed behind me, and I heard the sound of the TV in the living room. Everything seemed normal.
"Mom!" I burst in, just as the evening news report came on. "Jason! The news is on!" Crap. I knew better than to bother Mom when the news was on. Commercials would be a while, so I walked up the stairs to my room to drop off my stuff. My eyes had shut before I hit the bed.
"Jason, it's time to get up." Dad briskly called.
"Jason!"
I groaned, and dad took that as his cue to continue his usual morning activities. I hate mornings. Oh, crap, I thought, I still have homework to do! Then it hit me. Kinda literally.
My older sister, Emma, had thrown my math book on my legs, the same time I remembered yesterday. I couldn't go to school! What if IT was there? Homework couldn't capture any of my attention now. I immediately got up and wretched my legs out of my thick math book. I brushed past my sister and her auburn locks, barely acknowledging her, startling her. We tease each other a lot, and she was expecting some sort of swear from me.
Mom was in the kitchen, still in pajamas. The TV was on, and so was the morning news.
Again.
I decided to wait out the news report for the commercials.
"As mentioned earlier, a number of suspicious deaths and disappearances have plagued the world lately, as far away as England, Japan, and Australia. Now we see that in our own hometown as Sam Green has not been seen since yesterday afternoon. His wife, Jessica, is on."
Our neighbor, often seen walking down the street with her black lab, was on the set. Her puffy red eyes and tear streaked face was on the TV, and her brown fly away hair looked as if it was more flyaway than it usually was.
