Half Dead ~ G.D.

Chapter 5

As we enter the lively house, there's a strong smell of weed, sweat and alcohol. There's people smoking weed and popping pills in nearly every corner. There's more grinding on each other in time to the music. There's also more people scattered about talking while drinking alcohol.

I look over to see Daisy's face only to be met with a look of such horror and disgust. I knew she wouldn't enjoy this.

"We can leave if you want" I offer.

"No, Let's stay" she pauses for a few seconds. "Let's find the beer!" She yells, pumping her fist into the air but obviously no one even hears or sees her over the loud music.

"Okay follow me!" I shout back. I start scanning the room to see any sign of alcohol, I spot people walking out of the kitchen with red cups and obviously that's where I start heading too.

There was a selection of different types of drinks but I decided to start Daisy off on the easy stuff.

"What's this?" She asks taking a sip of her drink she follows by crinkling her nose up.

"Beer. Don't worry you'll get used to the taste" I say also taking a sip. In parties I try to stay away from the drugs, I've gotten involved before and it sent me to a bad place. So alcohol is my alternative, I can handle my drink well so it's gonna take a long time to even get a little tipsy.

One drink after another, the night is passing away slowly. I'm on like my fourth drink, it's from the alcoholic punch, so god knows what's in here. Daisy is off with some dude dancing and she isn't in to much of a bad state herself.

I head on outside for some fresh air, when I'm met face to face with an awful scent of rotting flesh. The air is so thick but the atmosphere is so light and calm. As much as it's bothering me I try to put it at the back of my mind. As soon as I forget the fact I hear a ear piercing scream.

"Hello?" I call out, I know I'm dumb but this girl could just have gotten too drunk and fallen and her death might be in my hands right now. There was nothing. It felt like even the music stopped. I hear some leaves rustling from in the woodland that surrounds the house. "Hello!" I call out again, but this time louder.

"Help me" is whispered almost right after. It sounded like it came from behind me and I whip my body around. But nothing. No one.

Something was dragging me into those woods, as much as I knew better, something was luring me in there. I haven't been near any drugs and I'm not even a little drunk so I'm not hallucinating.

I start walking slowly into the woods but it feels like it's not me doing the walking, I have no control over my actions. The scent of rotting flesh is now back and stronger than ever, only this time it's mixed with the scent of blood. I feel like I'm being watched from every angle.

"Ha Ha, very funny. Round of applause for such a good prank guys" I call out  while clapping. I hear a slow, faint, evil laugh echo around me along with another scream. A large shiver went down my spine and a heavy weight feels like it's been lifted off my shoulders. Up until now I've just been stood here, not being able move, now I feel like I'm out of the trance and I start walking deeper into the woods. I feel someone touch my back, I turn around so fast I fall on a broken branch that's pointing in the right direction to impale my leg. At first I feel nothing but then I look down and the pain hits me all at once. Blood is all over me. Even in the dark I can see the blood glistening from the moon peaking in every little gap of the trees.

I manage to calm myself down the slightest bit, I look up to see a figure standing only metres away from me. It starts walking towards me, passing the part in the branches letting the moon slightly reveal it's features. That was enough to be able to see that it was in fact a he. His eyes were red and his teeth were unusual.

"Umm, excuse me? I fell and I need your help." There was no reply he just kept coming closer. "Hello?" I shakily say. He is now close enough for me to see that this anonymous being is actually Grayson. He is smiling so evilly and there is a dark liquid smeared all over and around his mouth. But yet he comes closer.

"Grayson what are you doing? Are you okay?" I ask concerned.

"Shhh baby girl" he whispers in my ear while he covers my mouth with his left hand. "I'm not going to bite you" as soon as he finishes the sentence, sharp, pointy teeth start forming. That's when I realise the cloth in his hand.

The dick is drugging me.

"Gray what the fuck are you doing!?" Is all I hear before I see nothing but blackness.