Bitten

My day got a whole lot more crazy

So, my day just took a turn for the worse. I was being chased by a man, he bit my arm, tore off my flesh, and now I'm missing part of my arm. That about sums up the start of what seemed to be an apocalypse.

Now, where were we? Oh yeah, the agonizing pain of losing part of your arm.

I yelled out in agony, then ripped my arm away from the man. Bad mistake, it caused me to lose more of my arm. I screamed in pain and fell back, craddling my arm. I was in shock as I watched the bastard chew my flesh. I held back bile and got up slowly. I started to run towards my work, then stopped as I saw the whole group looking at me. They looked hungry, and I was the main dish.

I'd like to say I stood there and killed them all, but honestly, I screamed like a little girl and ran the other direction. Not my best moment.

As I started to run, I tried not to black out. It must be the blood loss, my confused brain said. I tripped and groaned as I fell down, then felt a weird presence in my head. It was a whisper, and it said, " Give up Jack, let them consume you...let the- "

I screamed out, " GET OUT OF MY HEAD! " in the real world, then stopped to catch my breath. That damn voice was still there, but it seemed to be receding. I wondered why I heard it. I was never diagnosed with that crazy shit, so why did I hear them?

I brushed it off and focused on survival. I debated going to the hospital, but I doubt they would be any better. In fact, I think it'd be worse. This, infection, would spread seriously fast there. But what other choice did I have? I was missing part of my arm, I desperately needed medical attention.

After weighing my options, I decided to head to my house, wrap myself up as best I could, then head to the hospital.

I jogged to my neighborhood, and looked around carefully. It seemed deserted, which was odd. Everyone was either on their porch or they were leaving for work right about now. " Maybe that group of people were my neighbors? " I thought. It seemed unlikely, but it was my best bet.

I decided to walk slowly, and it was a good thing I did, because there was a huge group of those, things, lurking by my house.

I inched forward to my house, trying not to make any noise. I opened my gate slowly, walked in, and closed it even slower. But the damn things made a clicking noise.

It sounded like a gunshot in the silence. I gulped and looked towards the group near me. I paled as I saw they were coming for me, and fast. So I turned around fast and ran to my door.

I regretted it instantly, because my damn door basically scream when I opened it. I quickly ran in and shut it, wincing at the noise it made. I locked it, then ran to the window and peeked outside through the blinds. I paled as I saw them at my gate.

It was relatively new, but it couldn't handle the weight of about 30 of those things. It fell down with a whine, and I stood in shock as they moved towards my door. Towards me. Panic seized me, and I dragged my couch in front of the door, hoping it would stop them, even though I knew it wouldn't.

I ran to my kitchen, grabbed a long knife, and prepared myself. After waiting for what seemed like hours, I heard the first one viciously slam into my door. The wood creaked, and then I heard it snap open. I got a good look at the thing, and I swear, the sight will never leave me, ever.

Its face was torn to shreds, but I could still make out half a jaw, one eyeball, and blood. Lots, and lots of blood. It was everywhere on the damn thing. It was missing an ear, and half of its face was just bone. I gagged, then threw up for about a minute.

When I finished, the thing had almost managed to get through. It was snarling at me, its half of a jaw trying so hard to bite into me from across the room. I gulped, then took a chair and charged at it. I shoved the chair into its chest, causing it to fly back.

Big mistake, because that left room for two to come through. So I backed up, expecting it. Even when it happened, I still jumped. I fell back yelping as two of them tried to get in.

" Thats it, " I thought, " I need to go upstairs. "  So I got my ass off the floor, and ran up the stairs. I dared a look back as I heard the door breaking open. The whole group was in my house now, and they were trying to move up the stairs. Oddly enough, they didn't seem to understand the stairs. They tried to move forward, but they kept falling down.

But I knew they weren't going to be fooled for long, so I ran up the rest of the stairs and fell down panting. " Today is just the best, " I thought.

After I rested for about 20 minutes, I got up, checked the things, and saw they were still struggling. So I went to my room, grabbed a shirt, and wrapped it around my wound. I winced as it stung, but I kept it there. I needed to keep it closed off, so I wouldn't get an infection.

Then, for the first time that day, for the first time in awhile actually, I laughed. I laughed like I was crazy, and didn't stop for what seemed like hours. I think I may be losing it, but I don't care. It felt good to get rid of the stress, at least some of it

I then heard a creak on the stairs, and I dared a look into the hallway. Those fuckers had managed to climb up the stairs. " Shit, " I thought, " I need more time. " I decided that I would never get more time, so I needed to take a risk. I closed the door to my room, and barricaded it with the bed.

My heart lurched as they started to bang on the door. Suddenly, it burst open, the shattered wood going everywhere. I fell back and wiped my eyes clean, then watched in horror as those things crawled over my bed, towards me.

I yelped and remembered my knife. " I'm an idiot,  " I thought. I pulled the knife towards me and yelled as I stabbed one in the head. I shoved the knife in deep, ignoring my brain telling me to stop. The thing stopped moving, and I ripped the knife out.

It fell down with a bang, and suddenly, the other, things, fell on it, starting to eat it. I gagged, and backed up as a few ignored it and walked towards me. I hit the window, then realized what I had to do. Ignoring my brain screaming that it was a horrible idea, I took a deep breath, and dove through the window.