"MOM WE HAVE TO RUN WE CANT HELP HIM ANYMORE DADS GONE!!" Stuart yelled as if screaming bloody murder. His mom was holding down her husband trying to bite her. She knew that he couldn't be saved...nor there was a point in trying to but it was her husband; someone she loved dearly. Stuart couldn't take in anymore; he grabbed his dads rifle and slung it over his arm pulling his mom off after he kicked what was once his dad causing it to back down for a while. "MOM WE HAVE TO GO The door is about to break we can't hold the horde back we have to go now!" He yelled at his mom. "NO I CANT LEAVE HIM... I CANT LEAVE HIM" his mother yelled while pealing her sons hand off of her wrist. The door was busted down and each second more and more of those things where coming inside the airplane hanger looking for their next meal. Stuart would allow his mom to die but the next thing he new she was getting bit by the thing that he once called his father. He knew he had to run but he stood there with rifle in hand and shot both his mother and father to put them at rest. Crying he ran to the door knowing that the bullets he shot would attract more. Once he got out he slammed the door shut. Weeping with his back against the door he slid down knowing he would not be able to last much longer after all the rifle had 4 shots in it and all he had were some supplies he picked off of the thing that bit his dad. "I could have saved her......" he cried but no emotion showed in his face. It was sunrise now... he was looking at it as if it where the only thing that he hoped would stay the same years to come... that is if he survived the next few hours