I sat there looking across at the corpse that was sprawled out in front of me. The black liquid like blood still pouring out of the wound in its head. So there is more than one of these things. How many could there be? Did the little boy turn this man into one of these awful creatures, or did this man turn the boy? I looked back at the body. The pipe was still stuck in its head. I reached over to grab the pipe. It took a lot of my strength to remove the the pipe from its head, I pulled and pulled. Its head lifted as I attempted to then pipe out. Finally I feed up. I stood and walked over to the corner I had been crouched in not to long ago. I grabbed a sheet of fabric that was in the corner. I placed it on its head and out my hand on it. I grabbed the edges of the pipe and yanked it out. The noise that the head wound made as the pipe popped out mad me gag. I stood back up, and brushed the dust off of my shirt. Looking around the room I thought that it would probably be really safe to get the hell out of this place. I walked over to where I had made my bed the night before and collected my things. There wasn't many items, just a jacket., and the pipe I salvaged. I threw on my jacket and held the pipe in my left hand.
I straightened out my clothes and headed for the door. I stepped over the creature and opened the front door. Still shocked at the tattered city, a small tear escaped my eye. I wiped it away and started walking. I headed down what used to be Main Street and took a left at an old crumbling music store. I walked for about 15 minutes when I came to a house that seamed unharmed by the fire and destruction that had occurred only a few weeks ago. It was surrounded by the remains of buildings that had caught fire. All around the house was burnt to the ground, but this one house in particular. It was strange. How could a house looking all normal be here in this mess of a town. Maybe theres another survivor, and if there is I bet they could explain way the hell these things keep coming after me. I walked up the pathway that led to the front steps. I approached the front door and a sickly sweet smell came pouring out. It smelt like flower perfume and of apple pie. I held my breath and slowly opened the door, to reveal an awful shade of pink walls and floral print drapes.
I stepped forward into the room, I seemed cozy despite the awful taste in paint and curtains. I closed the door behind me, and walked down a small hallway. It was lined with pictures of Boston in the 70's and 80's. I walked on further and reached a kitchen. It was small and clean. It seemed like it could have been in one of those fairy tails, you know the ones with the evil witch who disguises as a nice woman and lures kids into her home and cooks them food in her wonderful kitchen. Then gets them fat, then cooks them in her oven. I pulled out a chair from the table and sat down.
“I should probably look around for someone that might live here, but i'm so tired and this place is so warm and cozy....” I put my arms on the table and rested my head in them, and fell asleep.
