Diseased (Nash Grier FANFIC)

What do I do?!?

ALEX'S POV

Nash and I awkwardly pulled hands apart and look toward the empty doorway. Nash leaned on his arm revealing his muscles and pulled himself to his feet, running through the door.

"No I'll be fine thanks for waiting..." I whispered to myself in annoyance. I heard another yelp and stood up quickly running through the cabin. When I got to the living room I saw a horrific scene. Someone was on the coffee table in the middle of the room perched up on all four almost like that creepy bald dude off of Lord of the Rings. Was it who I thought it was? No, it couldn't be! Taylor!?

NASH'S POV

I was standing only a few feet away facing Taylor if that's even who that was anymore. his skin was dark and crackled, bleeding through the edges. His eyes were a gross grey yellow color, his hair thinned, the claw marks peeking through his shirt grew green, oozing and puffy.

"Taylor just calm down." I said calmly sticking my hands out to him. He made a deep gurgling noise deep in his throat and pounced slowly looked over at Sarah, then suddenly leaping towards her his hands on her shoulders. Sarah shrieked for help!

"Taylor stop that's Cameroon's wife!!" Taylor, as if not even hearing him,  leaned in to try and bite her neck. Cam wasn't here. I have to think fast. I looked around and my eyes lockrd on the knife sitting on the counter in the kitchen. I quickly ran and grabbed it

I looked at Taylor. Where do you stab your friend? I hesitated until Taylor got closer to digging his teeth into Sarah beford I struck him, sinking the knife into Taylor's arm. I pulled it out hearing the sickening feeling of his flesh falling back into place.

Taylor let go of Sarah jerking her away and just stared at me with a cocked head. Before slumping his ill body towards me.

I was stunned, Taylor then grabbed me the same way!

More of us were in the room freaking out, not knowing what to do. everyone was shouting at me to hurt him in different ways. I couldn't move, I was frozen in fear I didn't want to kill Taylor.

I felt someone grab the knife out of my hand and before a knew it little specks of blood splattered across my face.

Cameron had stabbed Taylor in the side of the head. He looked down with a motionless face at the knife before dropping it next to Taylor's slumped body on the floor and ran out of the room.