IMPORTANT INFORMATION
Hey howdy hey you guys! This is my newest story that I hope will get just as much support as The Radio Host.
A few important things you should know about this story:
1. EXTREME GRAPHIC VIOLENCE! This story will have gristly violence that may be very disturbing to some readers. If violence makes you sick or if you have a phobia of blood death, ect., DO NOT READ THIS STORY.
2. Sam and Freddie ARE MARRIED: I'm following the movie pretty closely so yes, Sam and Freddie are already married.
3. Sam is pregnant: Just like the lady in the movie. I might have her a bit farther along though, maybe six or seven months.
Yep that's about it. Enjoy. :)
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Freddie's POV
I've seen quite a few horror movies in my time. Mostly because Sam forces me to watch them with her, but I've seen hundreds of these things and I've noticed something that they all have in common. No matter if it's a horde of zombies or a serial killer loose in a town, I've noticed that there is never a warning. You can be watering your tulips one second but in the next, blood-thirsty vampires are tearing at the veins in your neck. I always pushed it off as complete bullshit. What moron wouldn't see a random guy turning into a werewolf in a dark alleyway? And even worse, the dumbshit goes up to the werewolf or zombie to "check on them" or something like that. I shook my head at the retardedness of these movies, receiving a couple punches in the arm from Sam who practically drooled over these things.
Unfortunately, the movies were right. There was no warning for us. It started out slow, with only a few people but of course it spread and well, it all went downhill from there. Let me start from the beginning though. Sam and I were married and living in a nice house in the outskirts of Seattle. I worked as a police officer in one of the run-down buildings near my neighborhood and Sam worked as a part-time nurse in one of the doctor's offices around the corner. She had to quit when she got pregnant because…well you know, pregnant Sam. You understand right?
The pay was good and I liked having the authority. Being on the bottom of the totem pole my whole life, it felt good to be the top dog at the station. I got the nice office and my own gun. Pretty sweet right? Anyway, this whole shit-storm started at a high school baseball game between the Tigers and the Bulldogs.
"Damn, that kid is an awesome pitcher." Sam said in awe as she stuffed her face with another hot dog.
"Sam, if you don't stop eating, that baby is gonna be 500 pounds when its born." I said, taking the half devoured hot dog out of Sam's grip.
"Nonsense Benson," Sam scoffed, pulling another hot dog out of her pocket, "This baby's got its momma's metabolism." I sighed and turned back to watch Scotty McCoy throw another perfectly angled strike into the pitcher's glove. The umpire didn't yell anything as he was staring out near left field. I followed his gaze to see someone stumbling onto the grass.
"Stay here." I said to Sam who was also watching the figure curiously. I walked onto the field with my blue uniform showing its authority. The crowd had finally noticed the man and started to mumble excitedly with each other.
"Get into the dugout boys." I said the players. They scrambled off the field and crowded into the dugout next to their coach. I recognized the man's shaggy blonde hair and round face as he approached me.
"Ruben, what are you doing?" I asked him. Ruben only stared ahead; his eyes were distant and red-rimmed with dark bags sagging over his oily skin. Only then did I notice the bloody shotgun that hung loosely in his palm.
"Ruben?" I moved my hand to wave it front of his face. Ruben's eyes snapped to mine and he cocked the shotgun closed. I heard the crowd gasp behind me.
"Ruben, put the gun down. I just want to talk pal." I said gently. I put my hand lightly over my pistol and unclicked the strap.
"The white whale ran through the desert." Ruben said in an itchy voice.
"What?"
"I killed my family." Ruben pumped the shotgun so I did what I was trained to do. I pulled out my pistol with lightning reflexes and shot him through the chest. The crowd screamed and started to trample out the stadium. Ruben fell to the ground, dropping the shotgun and landing hard on his head. I still had the gun frozen in my hands, my finger still squeezing the trigger. Two more police officers ran up behind me with their guns pulled out, pointing at Ruben's dead body.
"Shit, he was armed!" One of them yelled.
"He was gonna shoot me!" I said back, panic chocking my voice.
"Did he say anything? Or did he have a shotgun at a highschool baseball game for no reason?" the second officer said, stowing away his gun.
"Yeah," I said quietly, "He killed his family." They looked at me in shock. The first officer pulled out a walkie talkie and started to bark orders into it. Me and the second officer hoisted Ruben's body onto a stretcher where the paramedics placed a black cloth over his face which was still etched with the furious look he wore while I spoke to him.
Later that night, I was out on the front porch sawing some boards of wood for the baby's crib. I wanted to take my mind off of Ruben. How could someone like him just go nuts and slaughter his entire family? I heard the front door swing shut and footsteps echo across the porch. Sam was standing behind me with her hands crossed over her swollen abdomen.
"You did the right thing." She said bluntly. I stopped sawing the board and looked at her.
"I killed him." I said angrily.
"But he was going to kill you." Sam shot back. I took her hand and pulled her into a hug. I ran my hand through her long blonde hair and rubbed her sore back.
"I love you so much." I whispered into her hair.
"I love you to." She said back, wrapping her arms around me. Our hug was interrupted by my cell phone ringing in the pocket of my grimy jeans. I pulled it out and held it to my ear.
"Sherriff's department." I said coolly. There was absolute pandemonium on the other end of the line. I heard sirens and people yelling, explosions.
"Benson! You need to get down here now!" Officer Burns cried as the sound of splintering wood crackled in the background.
"What's going on!" I yelled into the receiver, trying to decipher Burn's voice from the chaos behind him.
"Ted Franklin locked his family in a closet and lit the whole damn house on fire!"