I sat on my daughter's bed and reminisced memories of my once happy family. Sheila, my wife, with her long golden hair that flowed down her back. Her smile would warm my body like an oven and her touch would send chills down my spine like electricity. Then, there was my daughter, Mary. She was the center of my world. I would jump in front of a moving tram to save her life if I had to. I loved them both, which made what I've done the hardest thing I'd ever do.
I flinched as my right arm stung like a fire being lit on my body. I looked at my wound. One of those Sting-ray lookin' fuckers shot something in my arm. The skin of my fore-arm was turning a sickly brown and my vains looked almost pitch black. I killed the creature before it got to me But, it was to late,It had got to Sheila. She had what looked like blades coming from her wrists that grew out of her back. Her body was split open and her jaw was dislocated. I didn't know what to do. I was scared and destroyed inside. As she ran toward me I shot her until she lay before me in peices. Peices that even as a horrible monster, were twistedly beautiful.
Knock! Knock!
I lifted my head from staring at my rapidly spreading wound. She was in the closet. My Mary, was fucking turned into a fucking monster. I felt warm tears roll down my eye's as I limped over to the closet's white door. I started to shake like a cold dog. I tried to speak but the lump in my throat blocked my words. I reached for the closet handle, turned it, and watched it slide open. She wasn't there.
"Mary-Lou?" I said, my voice cracked.
I then heard a scratching noise, almost like little bugs. It came from behind me but I dared not turn around. I wouldn't like what I would find. I had to turn though. I had to move or my own daughter will rip me to shreds. I slowly turned around only to see my daughter on all fours with a blood covered mouth. I aimed my plasma cutter at her.
"Mary, damn it, it's me," I managed to say in a stern voice, "Don't do this, Mary. If you do, I'll have to kill you so please, don't!"
She just stared at me, her teeth covered in gore and hunger in her eye's. She growled and pounced at me. Her mouth was open wide and ready to chomp down. I leaped out of the way and rolled into her old wood dresser. I yelped as a sharp pain flew through my right arm, stunning it. No, no, no!
Mary turned around and ran toward me ,mouth a gap. I cussed under my breath and shot her with my plasma Cutter. The bullet hit her head, splitting it in two. Mary fell to the ground motionless, dead. I began sobbing and feeling sick to my stomach. I screamed as loud as I could before putting the cutter to my skull. I was done for. If I didn't shoot myself I'd just become a monster like Sheila and Mary. I felt somthing prodding at my back. It was starting and I had to end this before I was one of them. I sat up and limped to my computer terminal in my office across the hall from my daughter's room. I sat down at my desk and turned on my terminal.
"This is Alex Reese, sales man for Po and Regies Furniture, father, and husband. The infection has spread to my family and even me. I got away before the process was complete but as I speak I'm becoming one of them. If your getting this get the hell out of here. It's only a matter of time before you die. Because, if I'm not sitting in this chair..."
I pointed the Plasma Cutter at my temple.
"...Your in for a big surprise..."