I was only 16 years old when my mother killed me, at a time that I would most need a mother's love and saving. It all started after school when I was walking home from school. My back was aching in pain; I had been carrying around this shiny black new skull candy electric guitar, which I had just got from my new friend Amber. We both had so much in common we both loved heavy metal, and loved the color black. I finally arrived home and was about to open my front door when the day from hell had started. A flaming car rolled straight down the street and I heard the blood curdling screams. A crowd of people ran down the street screaming, it seemed that blood was gushing out of all parts of their bodies. Chasing after them was a pack of disgusting bloody burnt creatures. It wasn't until I got closer that I could finally make out what those horrible creatures were, they were actually human beings or at least they were. The pack leader a disgusting sight to see his whole face was charred off, pieces of white bone peeked out from his cheek and forehead. I screamed, throwing my guitar down I ran down the street, with no idea where I was going just to get somewhere anywhere that was safe. All around me I saw the poor people who were not fast enough to get away being ravaged and devoured by those horrible creatures. Suddenly a car swerved in front of me and the door flew open I heard a girls voice scream "hurry up get in the car". I flung myself inside the car door and quickly shut the door behind me as we sped off. I turned around to see my savior; I was shocked to see Amber behind the wheel. "Amber oh my god what's going on?' I asked bluntly. "No one knows they think it's a military biology experiment gone horribly wrong". She told me. "So then where are we going?" I asked her. "To the old abandoned hospital" she said "I hear there are more survivors there. The rest of the ride we rode in complete silence every radio station was dead. I looked out at the once beautiful green forest scene, which was now burning hell dead bodies were littered all around the streets in the ditches everywhere. I couldn't believe it I was living a real life dawn of the dead when we finally drove up the long driveway of the old hospital. The old hospital was closed in 1963 after a mad man shot up the place later part of the hospital was renovated to be an insane asylum for the criminally insane but before the complete renovation was complete a mad man grabbed a gun from one of the guards and shot everyone in the building at the time, the hospital was famed for this twisted fate that had been laid upon it. We quickly ran inside looking for more survivors fortunate enough to get away. We searched all over when we finally reached an old surgery room when we heard footsteps stumbling down the hallway. "Oh it must be a survivor" Amber announced. "Wait" I grabbed her arm "what if it's not a survivor and one of those things?' "Its ok ill be safe" she said before pulling out a gun. "Where did you get that?" I asked her. "My dad's closet I got it before I took the car" she told me. "Just stay safe dude" I told her. Her footsteps echoed down the hallway as she left. Suddenly there was a loud crack, like a bone cracking under a heavy weight, and then there was a horrendous scream. I watched her body drop in front of the door way, blood pouring out of her chest. The gun fell in front of me. I quickly grabbed the gun and rushed out into the hallway and pulled the trigger. A body of a young woman scavenged by those creatures fell. I looked down at my dying friend and saw a bone sticking straight out of her chest like a knife. I quickly yanked the sharp bone out of her body and tried to massage her heart to keep her alive. I had to save her like she saved me. I felt her heart grow cold. I took my hands out of her open chest wound and wiped her blood off on my forehead. Surpassed by all my childish fears she was dead, the one person who saved me when those creatures showed up. The rusty metal of the old hospital moaned as I heard another second pair of footsteps coming down the hallway. "Sarah come put and play with me" a high pitched voice I almost instantaneously recognized as my mothers voice. A dim figure approached me, as it grew closer I saw my mothers face only it was burnt half way down leaving only her mouth and one of her beautiful blue eyes recognizable. Laughter filled the hallway like we had traveled back in time and was back in the insane asylum that rested at our feet. I saw her badly burnt mouth smile before her whole head snapped back as a bone shot out, plunging itself into my chest. I fell dead at my mother's hand.
