I knocked a few times. Without answer, I banged on a window. Nothing. So, I decided to break the window. I found a large stone and broke through. When I got inside, I realized the place was deserted. Everything was caked with dust. But, they were some very nice things in the house. Expensive furniture, exotic paintings, and chandeliers so shiny they could blind you. The kitchen was a piled mass of spices, meats, cheeses, fruit, wines, juices and water. After I found who was crying I would stock up. I saw a movie shelf and looked at they ex-owners selection. Mostly documentaries and rom-coms. I walked into the living room. Above the mantle was a family portrait. A small, blonde woman, wearing a red, firm fitted, dress stood holding the tiny body of a baby. The baby had wistful, delicate brown hair, and brown eyes. Along side the woman was a man of large build, wearing a sharp suit, he was brunette with piercing blue eyes. He was supporting the babies head with his hand. The whole family wore large, happy smiles. They looked perfect. So happy and charming, unsuspecting that the world was near it's end. I had almost fallen into a trance staring at the portrait, when a familiar sound arose me. It was the baby's cry. It was coming from the second floor. I raised my knife, wanting to save bullets. Slowly I started up the steps.
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Apocalypse I
TerrorCarrie was a regular girl. She went to school, had friends. Then, that changed. In just forty-eight hours, her world collapses. Carriers roam the streets, killing and eating everything in their paths. Without her parents she is left to survive on he...
