SURVIVAL INSTINCTS:THE DEAD COME FROM ABOVE

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The minivan screeched to halt as Ben bed floored the brakes, tossing everyone forward.

"Your never driving again" John said as he pretend to check if his body was in one piece.

"I LL get the gate" Jackson said as he picked up the hockey stick.
A deranged woman with part of her shoulder missing, black blood sipping out of it to stain her nun outfit, started running towards the car as soon as jackson opened the door.

The boys looked at each other, as the sound of the car door slamming reached their ears.

The woman wasn't really fast she looked like how someone would look like when doing a light jog, but something about how her gown gave John the impression that she would be faster without it.

The boys watched in horror as Jackson ran towards the woman, clearing her legs with the hockey so she came slamming into the ground. She stretched up her hand totally oblivious to the blood spewing out of her head as if the only thing she was capable of feeling was hunger, one she intended to satisfy. Jackson began to pummel her temple with the side of the hockey stick, each strike spraying blood into the air. Even at that she had only one objective, FEED ON HIS FLESH, as she continued to stretch forth her hands to grab him. Fustration and tired he broke her two hands with the stick as he swung it like a golf club, sicken sounds of broken bone filled the air, as jackson broke the hockey stick and stabbed the handle into the middle of her eyes.

It was then his reasoning came back like wolves ready to haunt his conscience as he stood in the pool of black blood, with chunky black matter all around him and even on his suit.

The stick made a slight suction sound as he pulled it out of her head. His eyes dreaded coming with contact with the boys who he knew had just watched the whole incident.

Each step felt heavy as guilt weighed on him, the sound of the creaking gate he had opened had no effect on him, not even the garden, lawn and fountain, that adorned the front of the beautiful mansion he stood in front of could cheer him up as he closed the gate back, when the boys had driven in.

The heat from the bonnet warmed Ben who stood beside the car staring at the place he called home, "is Stacy alright" he wondered as him and the others walked towards the door.

Jackson was first to notice the black pool of blood that spilled out from underneath the door, his gaze ran all the way to the door handle and to he hole in the glass that sat above the handle.

"Stay here" he said as he wielded his bloody broken hockey stick handle and made his way to the door.

The black blood made a splashy sound when he began to walk on it, the door creaking open to reveal a brightly lit hall way, with Beautiful nature painting on both side, and in the middle a corpse of a girl in a maids uniform. Her blode hair soaked in black blood, a large chunk of her hand missing and a knife hole to the head.

"Stacy" Jackson whispered as his spotted bloody booth print leading to the next turning to the left, the room he knew was the living room.

The tiles felt hard and yet slippery bas he moved along the wall his bat poised to strike.

The living room was luxurious with white sofas which where now stained with blood as another corpse laid down there black blood spewing from the side of its head. The jumbo tv smashed, leaving the place to look like a murder scene from CSI, with boy who looked around Ben's age in a hoodie facing away from him and towards the corpse.

Jackson took every step as slowly as possible raising his hand to strike only to stood dead cold, as color drained from his body and the soft sensation of a knife pressed against his head overwhelmed him, with cold drops of what he assumed was blood dropped on his cloth.

"Dad no it's uncle jackson" a girl screamed as she ran to meet him, it was fortune which meant the person beside him was.....

"James" Jackson said, as the knife lowered from his head.

"Oh my God Jackson I'm sorry" James said as he dropped the knife and fell to the floor, his breath confessing his tiredness.

"Where are the boys" James said looking but at jackson.

"You can come in jackson shouted down the hallway and in seconds the door slammed and the boys were in the room.

"Did you do that" Ben said looking at jackson

"No I did" James said shocking the boys.

John ran and fell upon his dad soaking in the smell of blood and gasoline that so pungently hung on to his dad.
"Where's fortune" he asked, panic evident in his voice.

"I'm here" she said as she sat beside him

After a few minutes everyone was seated on the chair, everyone except Jackson who stood at the bar drinking himself to stupor as he stared at the corpse.

"So this infected Stacy" he finally said.

Awkward silence took over as John and Ben stared at the boy in the hood. He looked roughly their age his ginger hair poking slightly out of the hood.

"Where's your mum" James said , subconsciously afraid he knew the answer.

Seconds passed before John could answer with glassy eyes " she's gone" his voice strangled by grief.
He coul feel the tears roll out of his eyes, and his sister who was latched onto him so tightly.

Once again silence took over except for the the slight subs here and there.

" And whose the kid" Jackson said pointing with black liquor in his hands.

" That's Micheal his the kid that helped us escape from DBC" James said

"Oh we were bout to go get you from there, John tracked your phone, smart boy that one" as he winked at John.

"No doubt here" James said "DBC was riddled with them, we walked start into a trap, but luckily he pulled us out in time, even hotwired the car we came in"

"Saved by a street thief" Jackson said apperantly drunk. " So street thief what's your name".

"I.... I'm Micheal" the boy said trying really hard to avoid eye contact with Jackson.

"Well Michael you picked the right time to become good, you saved my Friend so you are my friend" Jackson said as he walked sluggishly to Michael to Pat his head.

"Ok all of you go upstairs get some sleep, I already check there's nothing there, make sure you keep all the windows closed and bolt the door" James said, concern evident in his eyes.

The kids silently went up the staircase leaving the two adults down alone.

"Hell of a time to get drunk" James said as he poured himself some scorch.

"I know right, feels like Afghanistan all over again" Jackson said as he used a rainbow colored sheet to cover the dead body on the sofa. " I don't like how he was looking at me" he added.

"I would pick Afghanistan anyday" James said sorrow creeping into his voice " I killed 3 kids today, I mean they where out to kill me but still kids" James said downing a glass of scotch like it was nothing.

"Well if you go outside you LL see the scattered body of a nun... Yes that's right I killed someone who devoted her life to God" Jackson said.

"I guess God must be watching a horror movie huh" James said chuckling." So what do we do" he asked.

"Well tomorrow we load up, we are going to the airport there's a millitary safe spot there" he said pouring himself some scorch, "but tonight cheers" he said as the clink of their glasses filled the air.