Zombsania

Part 1.2

FEBRUARY THE 5th:
DAY 4

I woke up to the sound of shattering glass.
What the hell is she doing out there.
I walked through the dull bathroom, out the swinging door and into the petrol station shop.

She was peering over the counter, loud sobs escaping her.
'Get rid of it, get rid of it,' she pleaded.
'AHAHAHA.'
I turn to the laughter, to see Joshua Endrais climbing through the window.
Is it really him,though? The quiet, stereotypical computer nerd, being athletic and climbing through the window?

When his body touched the shards of glass, he let out an ear piercing scream, enough to make me cover my ears.
'Josh, what the hell,' I rushed over to the far window to help him.
'You gotta help... Me,' he slurs. Was he drunk? 'You gotta...Hahaha... Gotta hel-' his words were shutdown when he coughed up blood, splattering in my face, going down his shirt. This is how my brother was just before he killed my parents.

He seems to think this is hilarious.
'AHAHAHAHAHA.'

Suddenly, his laughter stopped and I was pulled forwards by his hand gripping the collar of my jacket.

He came closer, sniffing me, and I stared into his eyes.

I couldn't catch my reflection in his eyes because they were darting back and forth too quickly, but I could only imagine what I would look like: fear was practically stapled onto my head.

His wet, rough tongue stretched out and licked the side of my face. This isn't normal.

Not one bit.

I pushed him off me and crawled away.
But he crawled after me, grabbing onto my legs to pull himself directly on top of my body.
'Okay, I'm very flattered,' I shook, 'but I'm only into girls.'
He pulled his head back in a fit of laughter, before raising his hands above me, ready to claw at my face.

And then the can of cola hit him in the forehead, and he fell back with an 'oomph. But his recovery was too quick. I scrambled further away, against a fridge, holding small fizzy drinks.

Think
Think

I opened the door and I began desperately pulling the drink items out, throwing them at Josh, who was slowly crawling closer in a fit of laughter, like he was teasing me. Playing a game. Next I pulled out the trays so there was enough room to fit my entire body there in a crouched position.

I crawled in and slammed the glass door shut behind me. It was tight but it was sure better than being clawed to death, right?

It took Josh about 15 slow seconds of him crawling towards me, until he finally reached me. A smile painted on his face.

I thought I was safe.
I was even proud that I had come up with such a smart idea.

That was until he began banging his fist on the glass, his head tilted forwards, a wicked smile hiding under his nose.

Eventually he gave up on using his fist, and resorted to using his forehead instead.

BOOM
BOOM
BOOM-CHICK

A crack had formed in the glass, making Josh stop, burst out laughing, and then continue to smash his head into the glass.