The Dead Are Coming

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I walk downstairs to go and have my breakfast, as I walk down the stairs my eyes widen and my stomach churns as I see blood strewn all over the walls. I look down at the bottom of the stairs to see the body of my Mother, mangled and torn, chunks of flesh ripped out of her by... teeth?

I look further on and I see parts of her innards strewn and eaten across the room, I gag at the stench of blood and try to hold in the dinner from last night. Who or what did this to my mother? I asked myself.

I have a brother but he works, he should be at work now. His bedroom door is open so I guess he's gone...

The Mother's POV: 

I woke with a start as a bang sounds downstairs, curious as too who or what made the noise. I put on my slippers and creep downstairs making sure I strain my ears for any sounds.

When I am near the bottom I hear another bang, louder but probably because I am closer. It's coming from the kitchen I say to myself as I creep towards it, unfortunately for me I step on the remote for the TV turning it on, as the person in my house drops whatever they had a comes to the living room.

(Our house has a living room, what house doesn't?, A dining room, kitchen and a downstairs bathroom as well as three upstairs bedrooms and an upstairs bathroom and one room has an en-suite. The stairs to upstairs lead straight into the living room.)

Before I know it something is on top of me, I look up to find a person, my son, Liam. His eyes are wild and manic, pure black. He looks at me and bares his teeth giving a feral snarl. Before I know anything else the world goes black as searing pain passes through my body as he rips a chunk of my neck out causes blood to spurt everywhere and to pool around me.