Zombsania

Prologue

I'm gasping.
Two hands around my neck.
Fading in and out of sleep.
There is blood.
It's not mine though.
It's my brothers.

I need to do something. I can't let the wave of black cross my vision again.

Gotta stay awake.

Darkness...

KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN

I push my hands forward, tensing my muscles, so they hit Aaron's smaller chest in front of me.

It doesn't work.
How has he gotten so strong?

I pull my knees up and push my feet into his chest. I've always had stronger legs than arms.

It works, he falls off me in a confused daze.

Get up.
I need to get up.

I grab hold of my bed in the darkness and pull myself up, trying to catch my breath.

In front of me I can hear scratching noises.

A mad laughter erupts from my brother.

It's so loud I want to cover my ears.

I need to escape.
I've seen what he did to my parents.
I need to escape.

I run forward, jumping over him and I feel a tug on my ankle.
'AHAHAHAHAHA'
'Let go!' I cry. He doesn't.

I try to pull my leg away, but he's holding onto it real tight.

I feel a sharp sting.
Multiple sharp stings.
And I hear the scratching noise again.
I yell out, feeling pressure build up behind my eyes.

I grab onto the door in front of me, and try to pull myself through the doorway.

Once again, I am still in his painful grip.

I fumble for the door handle.

It's lower than I though.

I try to force it shut behind me.

Crunch.

Once again

Crunch.

That was his arm.

I cringe at the sound.
'I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' I yell, a mixture of sweat and tears rolling down my cheeks.

I gotta escape.

My legs pound the ground quickly.

There's another set of footsteps behind me that don't follow a steady beat like mine do.

How isn't he crying after I shut the door on his hands?

My brother would always cry, even if I only pushed him.

The stairs will take too much time.

I'm halfway down the stairs. I grab onto the rail and jump over the side for a shortcut and a pain is sent from my feet and up my body.

I limp down the hallway, using the wall to guide me.
'AHAHAHAHAAAA' I can hear him behind me.

I see the door.
I see the streetlight through the glass panels.
I need to get out.

I've reached the door.

Safety.
I exit and slam it shut.
I hear his high pitched squeals on the other side of the door.

I fall on the veranda in a pile of tears, my leg burning, chest heaving, right beside my brothers note book...