Her surivival

Chapter one.

Primrose

A loud crash woke me up that night. The night my life practically ended. The worse night of my life.

I squinted my eyes trying to adjust them to the eerie darkness in my room that seemed to move. The house was oddly quiet now, nothing seemed to be alive. I slowly sat up in my bed and took a shaky breath. I looked over at my clock. The blue light emitted against my walls.

"2:41" I spoke quietly. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Something wasn't right.

I shoved the thick quilt my nana had made me the year before off my legs. I shivered and rubbed my bare legs trying to give some warmth. I picked up my army green joggers that I wore the day before and quickly slid them over my legs.

I pulled at the sleeves of my black hoodie and scanned around my room for a weapon to use just Incase someone broke in.

My eyes fell on a make up brush with a pointed end. I hesitated before grabbing it. Better then nothing right?

I gripped the furry end of the brush, and slowly pushed open my door with my free hand.

"Mom?" I called out quietly.

No answer.

"Mom" I said a little louder and crept over to the wall.

This time a inhuman growl answered me making me stop and lean against the wall.

What the fuck was that? Maybe it's just the heater. I mean this is a old house and it's the middle of winter.

I let out a heavy breath but still clutched into the brush. I kept moving, slowly, on my tip toes. I sent a little prayer to God, hoping everything was alright.

I rounded the corner, the moon being my only light.

I sighed and dropped my hands to my side. I physically relaxed and let out a little giggle.

It was just my mom. Her back was facing me and she was staring out the window at something.

I furrowed my eyebrows when my hand wiped against something wet. I pulled my hand to face but couldn't see what the substance was; I wiped it on my joggers, shrugging.

"Mom?" I said walking towards her. She didn't answer.

"Momma?" I said louder and stopped walking.
She slowly turned around, stiffly as if she was a robot that needed oil.

As soon as she saw me, she lunged. Snapping her teeth at my face.

"Momma!" I cried pushing at her.

I pushed her to the ground and that's when I noticed that the substance I touched was blood and it was coming from her. I saw her side torn open, entrails spewing out.

I cried "Momma? Are you okay? What's wrong!?"

She lunged at me, gripping onto my ankles. She reached her head for my legs. Opening her mouth and letting out inhuman noises like the one I heard before.

"Momma!" I cried before taking the brush and stabbing it into her arm. It had no effect.

I cursed, I've seen enough zombie movies to know what this was but it wasn't possible. Those were just movies.

I pulled the brush out of her arm. I knew what I had to do if I wanted to survive. I cried and plunged the brush into her eye -halting her movements she fell to the floor limp.

I dropped to my knees and held her close.

"I'm so sorry Momma" I rubbed her head "I'm so sorry" I sobbed and rocked back and forth

"I love you" I sniffled before pushing her off of me and racing to my room. I slammed the door and locked it, diving for my phone. I had to call him. I had to know he was okay.

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