Gore shorts

3- (girl/guy. bugs)

I stood next to my brother, shivering cold. It had been about an hour of standing in the forest, waiting. I had watched many ants climb up the trunks of nearby trees. The ones that were at the bottom had probably made it to the top by now.
I wrapped my left arm around my redheaded little brother, and looked down at him.

"Not long now, Chris, mother will be here."

There was an uncertainty in my voice.

He sighed, "I'm starving. It's been one-hundred hours!"

He was the typical whiny 7 year old kid. Since mother was always at work, I was the one that cared for him a majority of the time. We had a close bond, however we did have our occasional fight.

I offered to let him ride on my back. We'd do a few short laps around the tree.

"Do you wanna ride?"

Chris nodded, giving a small laugh and smile. I bent down to allow him on. His fluffy jacket full of stuff made him slightly heavier.

We ran around the tree for about 2 minutes, while he asked me math problems, and I'd ask him.

"What is 2 times 3?" He'd ask

"Oh.. I don't know. 7?" I joked

Purposely saying the wrong answer to hear him giggle and smile. It made him feel smarter than me. Kids always like to know things their siblings don't.

Chris' kiddish voice propelled throughout the forest, "no! That's not right! It's 6!"

"Oh, my bad. You're smarter than me." I smiled

There was silence for ten seconds, when he began to complain about a certain itch he had.

"Becca, I'm itchy on the back of my head. When I scratch it, it feels weird."

I rolled my eyes, it was probably nothing. I told him to leave it alone.

I set him down on the ground, and we sat against a tree, legs outstretched. Chris continued to touch his hair, messing with something underneath the strands of his hair.

He brought his hand back to look at it. His finger-tips were drenched in blood.

"Sissy," his eyes widened as he groaned, "I'm bleeding!"

I gasped as I saw several strange-looking bugs crawling up his arm.

"I need to see your head! Now!"

I grabbed his head, looking for blood. I was horrified with what I found.

There was a hole in his head. I couldn't tell how deep it was, but it was wide. Probably the size of a penny. Around the hole, were about 10 Black bugs.

Chris' pinky finger could have easily slid into the fleshy wound. I tried to scrape the bugs off, but more kept coming back, and thick red liquid kept dropping down his head. These bugs were eating from the inside out.

"Chris, stay calm!"

There was no response, I was panicking.

Bugs spread all around his head, feasting on his scalp. You could visibly see it happen, as his head was plentiful of blood.

I sobbed, tears began to roll down my cheeks, as I shook Chris' shoulders.

"CHRIS! CHRIS! Can you hear me?!"

I looked at his face, and immediately shielded my eyes.

He was most definitely dead.

Scarlet liquid streamed from his eyes and nose, he was extremely pale, and there was no movement at all. I missed my brother already. I couldn't believe that he was gone forever. I couldn't even process what had killed him.

I then felt an itch on the back of my head..

I quickly moved my hand to patch it up, maybe it would stop.

I would never know. My eyes began to close, and I blacked out.