The Hunted

What the Hell's going on?

A/N
Sooo this is my first story...it's basically FTWD with the all the same characters but with the addition of my own. 

I can't write terribly well so please ignore the spelling and grammar.

Enjoy!

Just like any other morning I got up, went downstairs to kiss my mum goodbye and wave goodbye to my dad although he never looked up.  He always It didn't matter he probably cared about me somewhere inside.

To get formalities out of the way I'll say this...my name is Hugh Richards, I'm 17 and I only have one more year til I can get out of this town.  I live and go to school in LA.  Not that bad of a place, but look if you've been stuck in the same freaking town for 17 years of your life you tend to get sick of it.  And I have...I want to get out of here as soon as possible.

To fulfil that dream I've got to go to school and at that school I'll need to study up, get good grades and make great friends to last a life time.  I want you to read that with great sarcasm. Cool.  But that's the problem i can do the first 2 but when it comes to people and "socialising" and "communicating" that I struggle with.  It's not that I can't talk to people but it seems like a major waste of time for me...you start a conversation and they'll either talk without end about some random drama which I care little about or I'll end up standing there awkwardly and say something along the lines of "sooo...what do you plan on doing once this is all over?", they'll look at me like I'm a freak and I'll never make eye contact with them again.

Enough about how I have a score of zero on the social ladder.

I got to school and attended my first 3 classes of the day (math, English and French) basically the only things that will ever benefit me in the future and ditched the rest to go up to the top of the stadium and hung out there and just stared into the horizon for God knows how long. Must not have been that long since Matt and Alicia came up for their daily little snuggle fest. They have their moment whilst I sit to the side trying not to draw any attention. I can't help it. It's like my own personal on demand television...unfortunately it shows nothing but romance. They leave after about an hour and I'm left alone once again. Once I see the large crowd of teens leave I pack up my stuff and walk out. The crowd has lessened over the weeks, not a clue why, maybe they all caught the flu that's going around.

I walk down my street to find it almost completely deserted. Mr and Mrs Crawford weren't out the front gardening and the annoying crowd of jerk wads weren't sitting in front of my house...the weirdest thing was that their van was camped exactly where it usually is.

I walk up to my place where I should have seen my mom staring at a computer screen in her home office but it's empty. I check my dad's study, empty. I look around for a note to tell me they went out to get something from the mall but nothing. Weird. The car keys are still here and the mom's handbag is still at the counter which meant she definitely was here. She never leaves anywhere without that handbag. Dad's notebook is just lying open by his study. Odd. Firstly because he would never leave it lying around and secondly he would NEVER leave it lying around for prying eyes. That wasn't even the weirdest bit I walked into the living room to find that the backyard door had been smashed and there was some strange smell coming from behind the couch. I walked over and jumped back in horror. There lay my neighbours Mr and Mrs Crawford. Or at least what was left of them. They were covered in in blood and their flesh had been ripped open by what I assume was some large, vicious animal. I could feel my lunch start to climb up and out of my throat at the sight.

I recoil and walk away from the scene hoping to find some clues as to how this could've happened. The only sign of struggle was in the living room and in the backyard. I try calling the cops but the line is busy then call my parents but hear their ringtones in the kitchen behind me. "What the hell is happening?", I say to myself. After a few minutes of standing in horror I decide to go into my parents bedroom and pull out the rifle and the .45 pistol hidden underneath their bed, put it in my backpack, then plopped down on my chair, open up my computer and started putting together scenarios to explain what happened here. There was no vicious neighbourhood dog or any dog in particular and no news stories about some crazy animal attacking people over the last few days. The only thing that happened over the last few days on the news was that freak flu which everybody seems to be getting. I close my laptop and turn on the news to see if there's any possible piece of detail regarding what's happened here. She starts off talking about the freak flu and rambling on about how some guy didn't die after being shot multiple times last night. The program is just about to show an image of the person when suddenly the power goes out.  "Well Shit" the words just slip out of my mouth.  I go to check on my phone and no messages what's worse is that there's no signal and my battery's dying.  "Well that's just perfect".  The power stations not that far from my place so I decide to go and check out what's going on. 

You know what's weird?  I walk about 2 blocks and still absolutely no sign of life whatsoever. 

I get to the power station and the lights aren't even on there.  So I walk in hoping to find some maintenance guy who can tell me what's up with the power.  "Hello?  Is there anyone here who can tell me what's up with the power?"  No response.  Where the hell is everybody?  I walk up to the fence and climb over to check out the station.  I walk around for about 5 minutes before I hear a thud.  Then a groan.  Then a moan.  At first I thought that the maintenance guy was having a private moment with himself but the moaning had stopped.  It was replaced with a terrified scream that pierced through my ears.  The scream rang in my ears for a minute before it suddenly stopped.   What I heard next made my stomach flip.  I heard the sound of chewing and an odd squishing sound. 

I hid behind one of electricity poles in terror hoping whatever attacked wouldn't come for me.  The chewing stopped.  Thud.  Thud.  The sound of footsteps got louder by the second.  Then a bang.  The doors blew open and a swarm of military men rushed through.  They tackled it.  Tied it up.  Dragged it right past me.

It...was human.  Or at least looked it.  The eyes were pure white and its mouth covered in blood.  It's clothing was torn and had chunks of its shoulders missing.  I thought I was going to pass out.  They dragged it out of the station.  Suspicion got the better of me and I followed them. 

They headed towards the football stadium.  When they got there they opened the door and what I saw was so beyond terrifying that they don't even have words invented yet to describe.