HELL is HERE

HELL Devours

I look back down the bricks and concrete side walk at the building I just left witch held the least of my problems. I Cary Stacy on my back running swiftly down the street with wind rushing past my face and the cold bitter touch of the cold on my bare arms of my jacket less body. I'm glad that Stacy kept her hopefully warm wool sweater on that I can feel on the back of my neck. I race towards my dark blue crx at the end of the road near the intersection, I focus to hard at the car that I don't realize and ice patch right in front of me and I slipp down the side walk and land in a puddle of a corpses blood on the side of the street. I realize that Stacy fell off my back,
"calvin help" I hear Stacy scream in desperation. I turn and see as Stacy keeps up the man with two hands on the steak knife that's in his throat, I get up as fast as I can fury and adrenaline building up inside I feel the wind build up on my face as I run and with all my weight I kick the man in the gut so hard i hear a cracking noise of all his bones breaking in the left side of his rib cage, the man lands a few feet away into the street and I rush over still furious and I bash his head in with my foot until I can't hear him moan or move. I calmly walk over to the curb near my sister sit down next to her. I put my head down and cry onto the icy ground tears turning to ice as they hit the ground, it mixes with the blood flowing off of my white shirt onto my jeans and down my leg into the watery icey mixture as it stains the world with misery and pain of the living and the dead.
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Stacy comes up from behind me on the curb and hugs me from behind not minding the cold blood covering my shirt,
"thank you" stace says gently into my ear, "now get up wipe your self off" stace says wiping the tears from my face smearing blood under my eye and helping my get up with a warm hug around my waist and she looks up from my chest and reaches up to wipe of as much of the blood from my shirt as she can. I walk with her down to the crx passing the corpse that I feel into. I stare at the body of a women who's jaw was bashed of and skull is cracked open and her arms are hanging on by a thread like one more small tug would rip them completely off the bone, in this new world I live in she was considered lucky. I realized after seeing the corpses and that man change into that creature that he was dead like mom but he came back.
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After I was done staring down a lifeless corpse that is no better than a rock I walked over to the crx feeling more nausus than ever. Stacy splits from my arm as usual but is more aware this time looking in the windows of the crx passenger seat before climbing in, I also check the drivers seat and trunk, but it seems safe so I climb in and sit down on the familiar cloth and I slip the metal keys into the ignition and start the car and put my hands down on the rubbery grip of the steering wheel and I set off to get out of this city, to get away to a place safer, a place where the dead doesn't devour on the living, a place in witch corpse don't fill the streets, and the dead don't attack.