Flesh Eaters

Old "Friends"

Chapter 5 - Old "Friends"

*Grey's POV*

I watch as Murphy opens the front door, holding his crossbow up. He slowly creeps in and I follow silently behind him. He heads into the kitchen and I stay behind. I shiver as I wait for him to come out. My clothes cling to my skin along with my hair. Rain water drips off me onto the floor making a small puddle.

I look up when I see Murphy stumble out of the kitchen and back up into a wall. He holds his crossbow up and his arms shake. His face looks pale as he stares at something unseen. I hear a moan and realize an eater is in the kitchen. It stumbles out and I see it's a little girl, reaching out with her hungry hands trying to get Murphy.

Why won't he shoot? He just watches it stumble closer. I reach down to my belt and pull out my hunting knife. I wait one more second before I toss my knife. It sails throw the air for a moment before it sinks itself deep into the eaters head.

After it drops I head over to get my knife. I yank it out of its head and whip the blood off on my pants. I look up at Murphy and see him still holding his crossbow up, aiming where the eater once stood. His eyes glued on the body of the dead eater. His body shakes as he stands, almost as if he's afraid.

"You alright?"

Slowly he lowers his crossbow and looks at me. He nods once then turns and heads upstairs.

I stay where I am. I look at the little girl and wonder if he knew her. Maybe she was family or a friend. I hesitated when my brother attacked me. I didn't want to end him, but it wasn't my brother anymore. My brothers gone.

I shiver and rub my arms. Suddenly I hear something bump upstairs and decide to check it out. I reach the top of the stairs and see one of the bedroom doors open. Quietly I walk over to it, holding my knife in a ready position.

In the room I find Murphy huddled in a corner staring at something on the other side of the room. His eyes snap to me and I see something between fear and sorrow in them.

I walk farther into the room and see toys scattered around. My eyes land on a dried trail if blood. Following it I find what Murphy was staring at. I feel the color drain from my face. My heart sinks.

A baby. No.

I close my eyes, not wanting to look at it any longer. I know what I have to do and I dread it. I take a deep breath then open my eyes. I raise my knife and plunge it into the small skull.

I feel sick and weak. I turn slowly and look at Murphy through blurry eyes. He sits with his eyes squeezed tightly shut, I don't blame him. I walk over to him and lean against the wall. Slowly I slide down so I'm sitting. I close my eyes and breath slowly. I listen to the storm outside, focus on it. Soon I feel more calm but exhausted.

The next thing I know I'm waking up. I quickly sit up when I realize that my head rests on Murphy's shoulder. I look at him and see he's asleep yet so I quietly stand. I look up and see the crib, immediately I feel weak and ill. I need to get out of this room.

Quickly I walk out and into the hall. I walk to the next door and push it open and find a king size bed. The Bedding is scattered around the room as if there was a fight. I walk in and find two framed pictures sitting on the dresser. One shows a man and woman kissing on what looks like their wedding day. The other shows the same couple with one girl, maybe five years old, and a little baby. I turn quickly from the pictures and head downstairs.

When I reach the bottom I immediately realize something not right. I pull my hunting knife out and creep forward. As I past a window I see the hoard of eaters clawing at the house. I head toward the kitchen and see a trail of blood leading to a back door. It starts where the little eater girls body once laid. I follow the blood trail, placing one foot in front of the other.

I reach the back door and see it's partially open. Carefully I slowly open the door with one foot. Holding up my knife I step through the door into the backyard. Eaters claw hungrily at the fence surrounding me but I continue following the blood trail.

Soon I come to the body of the dead little eater girl. She lays flat on her back. Her hands are tied above her head with some old rope. A note lays on her stomach.

Hello Grey, it's nice to see you again. Who's your new friend upstairs? It was very kind of him to help you out of that tree, even after you called him a dumb ass. You should have thanked him. If he didn't come along I would have helped you, my beautiful girl.

So Grey, have you been looking for me? I'm not very far from you, even now. I see you reading my note. I see your beautiful hair, your prefect body. I dream of holding you again, Do you dream of holding me? Do you! I hope so.

Your probably waking up now so I have to go but I'll see you soon my love. Real soon.

I step back from the body and the note and feel a shiver run down my spine. Somebody's been watching me. How do they know my name? Holding them again? I've never been with anybody!

I look up and spin around only to have something hard slam into the side of my head. I fall to the ground, seeing stars. Before I blackout I see a man holding a baseball bat walk up to me. He crouches down and gets close to my face. An evil grin spreads across his face. He puts one finger up to his lips and makes a shushing sound and my world goes black.

*hours later*

My head throbs and my body aches. My hands are tied above my head and my legs are tied down. The room is cold and musty, like a basement. As far as I know I'm alone. The room is dark, I have no clue what time it is or how long I blacked out.

I struggle against the rope, trying to break free. It's no use. I look up when I heard something creak on the other side of the room. Footsteps echo around as somebody moves closer to me.

"Who's there," I ask the darkness.

"Don't strain yourself Grey. You know me," a voice answers.

A man steps out of the shadows of the room and grins, showing his yellowed teeth. He stares at me and I feel like he's undressing me with his eyes. The corner of his mouth twitches and the grin suddenly falls off his face. He takes two quick steps forward, leaving only an inch or two of space between us.

"You don't remember me, Grey? How can you not remember me," the man says while breathing on my neck.

I grit my teeth and press myself as flat as I can against the wall I'm tied to. I close my eyes, wishing this was all a nightmare.

"LOOK AT ME GREY," the man snaps grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. With his other hand he brushes the hair out of my eyes. "Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are, Grey? Did I?"

I yank my chin out of his hand and glare at him. "I don't know who the fuck you are."

A lopsided grin falls across his face as he stares at me. "Still a fighter I see. I remember third grade, when I stole your notebook that you were drawing in all day. I remember how angry you got, your beautiful face turned so red. Do you remember what you did, Grey?"

Oh god, I do know him. The closer I look at him the more I recognize him. Clint the pig. He was a year older then me and he was always flirting with me, always trying to get in my pants. I hated him so much. No matter what I did he just wouldn't give up.

"I punched you in your fucking face," I spit at him.

"So you do remember me. Why did you lie to me Grey. I hate when you do that," he says then reaches down to his belt and pulls out my knife. "We're just gonna have to make sure you never do that again."

(A/N) Uh Oh, Grey's in trouble with a crazy and Murphy's in a house surrounded by eaters. Trouble trouble!

So what did you think? What about Clint, bad new right? Will Grey escape unharmed?

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