The Last of Us
“I’ve been having these weird thoughts lately….. Like any of this for real or not...”
Can you even imagine a world full with infected species? When the time comes that all of us need to hide just not to get infected? Can you even…. hear……….them?
It was midnight and I couldn't get to sleep. Not after a chorus of screams was sounded outside. I had checked out of my window that was placed on the third floor of our three-story house, but saw nothing. It was too dark to see if there was anything out there, anyway. I had gone back to bed hearing yet more screams. I hadn't bothered to look just in case I attracted any unwanted attention to myself.
I wasn't until half-an-hour later when I had heard someone rummaging downstairs then someone stumbles up the stairs to what sounded like my parents' bedroom. It sounded like they barged in because the sound that followed was my mother's ear-piercing scream. I could hear snarling and ripping of something out of this world. The screaming stopped and more sounds of stumbling feet continue out of the door. Some went downstairs but others went to another room.
I stand up out of bed and ran down the hall to my mother and fathers' bedroom. There was blood on the door that hung and slightly open. It looked like the door was nearly ripped from its hinges. I pushed the door open a little more and saw no one in there. The bed was covered in blood, but still no parents.
I closed the door and went to turn around but froze. My breathing hitched as I could feel another presence behind me. A low-pitched growl came from behind my head as I turned around as precariously as ever to be right in the face of my mother. Wait a minute, mother? This was not my mother. My mother had ocean blue eyes and long dark brown hair. She had a small petite nose and a million dollar smile. This thing in front of me was far from that; she had midnight black eyes; her brown hair was matted on top of her head and wet with blood. The side of my mother’s neck had a huge chunk taken out of it, the blood glistening in the small amount of moonlit that managed to peep through the blinds of the window.
"Mom?" I asked, voice shaking. She growled in response. She raised her nose high in the air and breathed in my scent hungrily. My mother then screamed and lunged at my small body.
I cried out as she tackled me to the floor. I tried to grab for something but was held down by my mum's surprisingly heavy frame. Her teeth snapped just millimeters away from my face. She then went for my neck, but I held her back. She clawed my face with her fingernails drawing blood.
I got a hold of a lamp on a small wooden table and smashed it across her head, the force throwing her off of my shaking form.
I quickly stood up. My mother was lying motionless on the floor, blood seeping out of a wound in her head. She wasn't breathing.
I started crying hysterically. I just killed my own mother I thought. My beautiful, loving mother!
I ran back to my room and shut the door behind me. I frantically looked for my phone, which I left on my dresser. I called 911 but all I got was a recorded message.
"Crap!" I exclaimed, throwing my phone on my bed. I ran my fingers through my hair, my mind yapping away. I just had to kill my mother because she attacked me. More people are downstairs in –Just at that thought I heard banging on my closed bedroom door followed by a mangled scream. It was my dad.
Oh hell no.
I am not killing my dad after I just killed my mother! My dad was the one who taught me how to ride a bike when I was six, the one who would always take me out for ice-cream when I was feeling down. The one would come up to my room and make me laugh after mother had yelled at me.
