Dead of the morning

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I believe it was 5:00 AM. I awoke to a barrage of banging on the door and a crash of the window. I was up and out of bed in what seemed like a split second. I heard fast footsteps coming up halfway. Then a thud, like the thing fell. I grabbed my knife. I heard 5 more footsteps. Then 10. They are everywhere! The first of many deadies ran in the room and i attacked from behind slicing of the neck.

"Gosh, i hate you guys" I whispered to myself as 3 more came in. I was hidden in a small cupboard with a tiny opening. The deadies searched around the room. Glancing at each other clicking their teeth and twitching their heads as if signaling something. The male deadie had one eye blown out and a gash oozing on his left cheek. He looked up and to the left. Away from me. The two females looked like they were twins, long blond hair or whats left of it. Their hair was almost completely gone. They shook their head and walked out. One of the females had a bone sticking out of her leg. The rotten yellow bone didn't seen to phase her at all!

There was crashing downstairs. They were looking for something,or perhaps just looking for me. It doesn't matter. As long as they are down there, i'm in here. I heard the sound of teeth clicking right next to the cupboard,and then another. Two were still up here. They're close to finding me. I held my breath. Not daring to move. There was a loud click as if it yelled at the other. Then two pairs of loud heavy footsteps descending the stairs.

All the sudden it was quiet. No crashing. No banging. Peaceful. Dead. Silence. This day is gonna be fun. I just know it.

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