The ugliest, foulest creature I have ever seen bit my moms throat and ripped out the contents. It looked up at me with dead, pale blue eyes. This thing looked disturbingly human. My conscience threw words like "zombie" or "apocalypse" at me. I stood frozen, and in shock. My nerves screamed "Run!" but my brain refused to cooperate, trying to wrap itself around the scene before it.
"MOM! NO!" I shrieked, frantically looking for something, anything. My tee-ball bat from first grade hung on the awards shelf. I ran over to it, and grabbed it off the wall. I wasn't really that good of a hit, but it would probably injure the thing at least. I brung the bat up over my head, into an arch, and swung down with all my might. The thing's head splattered all over my mom's pastel purple embroidered sheets. I dropped to my knees by my mom's side.
"Mom?" I whispered.
I grabbed a stray tee shirt and wrapped it firmly, but gently around her neck, to slow the bleeding.
She coughed lightly, and cupped my cheek weakly. "You're going to beat this world. Take care of yourself, survive. I love you." Her eyes began to droop and her hand dropped. "And remember. Fight the dead, fear the living." With that, the last essence of life escaped my mother's lips and her body went limp. I put my forehead to hers and and whimpered. "I love you too."
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Beautifully Broken
FanfictionThe ones who are broken are the ones who have held the most weight. • •
