Dead Silence

Chapter 7 - Somebody's Watching Me (Rewrite)

ELLIOT POV

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Do you ever get the feeling that someone's watching you, but when you turn around, no one's there?

Apparently its called 'scopaesthesia'. Basically, it's when you can feel or sense  someone staring at you even though you can't see the person looking at you.

Although no scientist has ever been able to explain it, over 90% of people asked said they can sense when someone is staring at them.

Right now, I'm part of that 90%.

From I've left the truck I can't shake this feeling that I'm being watched.

I can't explain how, but; I just know.

Since I've walked into my house, I've tried to prepare myself for the worst because the first thing I noticed was the smell. It smelt exactly the same as the other houses we'd been to.

Which meant the outcome was probably going to be the same.

Before I went in, I doubled back to the truck to get one of the guns we'd scavenged earlier. Which lead to Kayden arguing that I didn't know how to use it, that he should come instead.

Obviously I turned down his offer and said that I know the basics.

Total lie, by the way.

Anyway, this went on for a couple of minutes before he sighed and gave in, 'reminding' me how to use it. Showing me the safety and all that crap.

So now, I have a gun which I have no idea how to use and the possibility of my family being walkers. But you know, it's no big deal.

I'm fine. Just Fine.

By now I've cleared downstairs and have to check the bedrooms upstairs.

Super.

The layout of my house puts the biggest bedroom, my parents bedroom, closest to the stairs. Which means I'm going to face them first.

Walking to the door, I can smell the awful odour of death getting stronger. Matching the blood smeared over the door and it's handle.

I raise my gun, right hand trembling in it's hold, along side my knife captivated in my left. Just as I'm about to open the door, I feel a hand on my shoulder.

Spinning round in panic, I slash my knife looking for the culprit. Suddenly, a hand grips around mine, snatching both the gun and knife out of my hand. Looking up, I'm shocked into silence.

Kayden.

As I take in his appearance I notice that he's put our supplies to good use. He had a riffle hanging off he shoulder, one pistol in his right hand while the other was taped to his leg and a knife in his other hand.

"I figured you might need some help." He whispered, handing me back the knife and gun. "Well, that and the others wouldn't stop pestering me if I didn't come in."

Cue eye roll. "Look, I appreciate your support, but like I said. I can do it alone-"

"I know but; you've been there for everyone of us. You helped all of us face our fears of going home. So I just figured you'd need someone to do the same for you." He said scratching his neck.

I nod before murmuring a small, 'Thank you'.

I turn back around, attempting to open the door before Kayden stops me.

"Wait."

"What?" I sigh, sounding harsher than intended.

He rolls his eyes at my sigh before continuing.

What happened to nice Kayden? I swear, this guy has more mood swings than a girl on her period!

"Knock first."

"Kayden, I don't think my parents would care if we-"

"That's not what I meant. If you knock, whatever is on the other side, dead or alive, is going to react. We'll hear them moving. In that case, we'll know to be prepared for something." he explains.

Instead of answering, I turn and bang on the door, listening for any movement on the other side. After a few seconds, I finally hear something.

"Footsteps?" I think out loud.

"More like shuffling." Kayden shakes his head. As if on cue, a moan sounds from the other side of the door.

I feel my breath hitch and my eyes beginning to burn.

Whatever's on the other side of that door, isn't human. And I'm praying it isn't my parents.

"You ready?"

Afraid that my voice will crack in fear, I just nod.

Kayden goes in first, taking the lead as I trail behind. I try to peer over his shoulder as I stand on my tippy toes only to fall into him, causing him to glance at me.

"Sorry." I whisper, embarrassed.

He turns back around seconds before a moan behind the door catches our attention.

We both jump away, lifting our weapons, aiming them toward the moaning door.

Slowly, we grip the door, swinging it back to reveal a male walker clutching onto a half eaten arm.

"Dad?"

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A/N

I'm sorry that this is such a short chapter ... again. But I may or may not have got distracted by criminal minds and only started this chapter at like 8 ... again. 

I'm going to try and update tomorrow but I can't make any promises because I have homework due for Monday, plus my cousin is staying over so I probs won't get up tomorrow until like 2 in the afternoon. (I'm lazy and love my sleep; don't judge).

Anyway, I feel like I'm kind of dragging this out so next chapter will hopefully finish the whole 'family' fiasco and if not I will finish it the chapter after that. Just so I can focus on the whole group again.

If I don't update tomorrow, I'll update on Wednesday as usual. So, until then my lovelies ...

Bye Bitchachos!

Love Lorna xx