Dead Silence

Chapter 8 - Fear Of Sleep (Rewrite)

ELLIOT POV

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Have you ever had a nightmare that scared you so much, that you couldn't sleep for weeks? Maybe months?

That's exactly how I feel right now.

Except the 'dream' is a reality that I can't escape.

Seeing my mothers lifeless body being picked apart like garbage by what used to be my father, is an image I will never forget.

When Kayden and I walked in, I froze. I couldn't move, let alone protect myself from the reanimated corpse charging it's way toward us. Kayden tried screaming for me to move, to do anything but I couldn't.

Even though he was right beside me, it felt like Kayden was a million miles away. It felt like I was a million miles away.

Like, I was watching everything unfold before me and I couldn't do a thing about it. Like I was paralysed.

They say that when a person is next to an explosion, their ears begin ringing like church bells as they go into shock. That's what it felt like.

Like a bomb had exploded right in front of me, destroying every aspect of my life and all I could do was stand there; in shock.

It took me at least 10 minutes to tear my eyes away from the two mutilated corpses; corpse no.2 curtesy of Kayden.

10 minutes to look away.
15 minutes to finally talk.
20 minutes to let realisation of the situation sink in.

1 second to break down.

I can't explain the feeling I had when everything had finally sunk in.
Loss?
Hurt?
Complete agony?

While all of those things contributed, I think the biggest emotion I tried to hide was fear.

Fear of having to live without my parents for the first time in my life.

Fear of thinking about the possibility that the same thing could happen to me.

And the fear of what was next to come.

After my little 'episode', I ignored Kayden's efforts of trying to comfort me, as strangely shocking as they were. I focused on finding my sister and getting supplies, shrugging off any questions about my family or how I was doing.

After half an hour of scavenging, we took turns using the little water left to take showers, rubbing the horrible smell off of us.

After we dumped the clothes and I lent them all some new ones, we were ready to go.

That is until I noticed the note on the fridge.

I knew the second I lifted that it was from my sister. I didn't need to check if she'd signed it because I know her hand writing; it was almost identical to mine.

Tears burned my eyes as I read it.

She's alive.

Well, she was when she left here, whether she made it out of town or not was a whole different story.

After reading the note, I sprinted out to tell Lucile, ignoring the protests from Kayden and Connor.

The letter said that mom was dead and dad was locked in their bedroom, and that she went to Luciles house managing to get Hailey, Rachel and Layla out of there. Their dad had already turned but their mum wasn't going to make it; she was already bitten.