Bite

The Other Room

As me and Phil are running, my phone starts to ring. It's Chris. Immediately, I answer. He's whispering. "Dan," his voice is shaking. "Yes?" I say, starting to worry. Me and Phil stop running. "One of them is--is..." he swallowed. "Is in my house." He sounds like he's started to cry.
No, not Chris. We've been friends for so long, he can't die. Worry rushes through me. "Well, where are you?"
"I'm in my closet with a screwdriver."
"Ok, stay put Chris." I say, my voice starting to tremble.
"Ok---SHIT!" He says in a loud whisper.
"Wh-what is it!?"
"The thing walked into the other room. P-Peej is in that room."
From the phone, I hear a scream in the distance. It sounds like PJ. Chris hangs up the phone without saying goodbye. "What's happened," Phil says quietly. I'm speechless. "One of them was in their h-house. One of them walked into the room PJ was in.." I say quietly, looking down at my feet. Phil says nothing. "Well, where are we gonna go now?" Phil says. I look into his eyes. I didn't know where we were gonna go, but I couldn't just tell him that. I stood there silently. "Let's just keep walking, there's none of them here that I've seen so far."
Phil nods, and we keep walking.