I wake up the next morning lying on the ground in an awkward heap of blankets wrapped around my legs. I thrash around, trying to untangle myself, only to wind up even more fucked.
After a moment of war on my blankets, I finally get lose, panting from the effort.
"Great. Another shitty day," I say to no one in particular. I walk over to my closet and grab my favorite T shirt. It's my red and yellow Cannibal Corpse shirt. I pull off the shirt I'd been wearing all day yesterday and slip into the new one. I look in the mirror. Satisfied, I head to my dresser, sifting through my leggings, pants, and shorts, trying to figure out what to wear for the day. Finally I settle on some plain black skinny jeans with two identical rips at the knees. There's already a camouflage belt hooked into the loops from the last time I'd worn them. I clip it in and reach for my black hoodie, which was hanging on the door handle.
There's still blood on the door from the night before. I look past it and reach for the door handle.
Bracing myself for 20 questions, I unlock the door of my room and step out slowly. The bookcase had apparently been moved. As soon as I step out of my room I notice that its on the first floor in pieces.
That was definitely troubling.
"Mom?"
No answer.
Usually I would be ecstatic, having the whole house to myself like this. This time though, something just felt...wrong.
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Infection
ParanormalAfter a long week of collecting coins, everything that young 17 year old Katie Marsh has worked for is thrown to the ground as a world wide epidemic causes death and destruction. She soon comes to grips and realizes that she is willing to do whateve...
