Jamie (Book One of The Insanities)

Prologue

My name is Jamie Daweson. I grew up with everything I could have wanted. A loving family, decent house, and lots of friends. Today is my sixteenth birthday, and I am super exited! Mom said she would take me somewhere, knowing I would like it. My younger brother, Sam, called up to me. "We are going to leave soon, so get your but down here!" Sigh... The wake up you need to get your day started. I hopped down the stairs, and grabbed my already made pancake breakfast. Mmmmmm, my favourite.

"You have to hurry if we are going to get there in time!" My mom said, while she was walking down the stairs. Suddenly a loud noise came from outside, sounded like a scream. My family didn't pay any attention to it whatsoever, but I reluctantly left my seat to go peek out the window. I couldn't believe what I saw. A family was running around chasing people, trying to stab them with kitchen knives! Even the little kids, no older than ten, joined in. One of the girls had her hair in pigtails, and started smiling creepily at me. She began to run this way, and stabbed her knife into the window.

The window shattered with a loud crack, and glass flew everywhere. She started climbing inside through the debris, and I ran behind the nearest table. She must've thought I went to another room, because she arrogantly walked right past me. Oh crap... She walked right to where my family was. I heard a terrified scream, from Sam and mom together. Then it all went silent. Oh no... No, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! This cannot be happening. The creepy girl came back to where I was, looking satisfied with herself, and hopped out the window. After a minute, when it was safe to come out again, I ran to my family, hoping for the best.

NO! I eyed my mom. She laid lifeless on the floor, blood gushing out from the multiple stab wounds directed towards her heart. I was now drenched in red icky liquid, staining my new white t-shirt and jeans. I looked towards my brother, who was groaning and moaning, clutching his neck like his life depended on it - which it did. He had a long thin cut down his throat, spouting blood and goop. I laid him down on my lap, trying to stop the blood flow with my newly dyed red shirt. He went limp. I was now drenched in the blood of the only family I had. I wish I could have saved them. 

There is no time to think about what we did wrong, but time to think about what we can learn from those mistakes. After the ruckus stopped, I began to scout the area for survivors, but to no success. The streets were decorated with dead bodies galore. The people on the streets were so bloody I could not even identify one. The bodies started to shake violently, spewing guts and organs out of their mouths and noses. They slowly started to rise, eyes wide open, staring at me with the intent to kill. They continued towards me, closing in a circle around the area. I saw my mom and Sam, same wide eyes staring at me intensely. They took their knives out, preparing for the kill, when I was suddenly snatched from my position, now dangling from the sky by the skinny hands of some dude.

"You alright down there Brownie?" the dude asked. Brownie, really? I've been told my hair was brownie coloured, but someone actually calling me Brownie was a bit extreme. I was so shocked by the events beforehand that all I could do was nod violently. "The name's Matt, and what might yours be?" he continued. I had no clue how to talk anymore, I just managed to say "Jamie" really weirdly. Great. Now he probably thought I was some freak or something. I tried to collect myself and hope this was all a dream, that I would wake up to the sound of mom calling me down for breakfast. Ouch! Pinching myself was NOT a good idea. Definitely not a dream. This was very real, not a dream, not some fantasy world my mind created...

This was real.

This was very real. My family, murdered by some creepy non-blinking psychos that had a need to murder everybody with their knife. They were now one of them. One of the many people trying to kill me. The people trying to kill every living thing on the planet. Matt took me to the nearby roof of the library and dropped me down. There may be no one else in the city left but us. We just sat in silence, hearing screams of the soon to be fallen wash through our brains. I eyed his jetpack, interestingly from the company my dad used to work at before he confronted death. Daweson Inc. "Where did you get that?" I unwillingly asked him. He looked away from me, and down to the street below. This has turned out to be a really odd birthday party. 

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-T