Day 01:

"Got any threes?"

"Go fish." Ryann responded with a smirk. Her younger sister, Rory, grumbled as she grabbed a card from the top of the deck.

"You better not be cheating!" Rory huffed before throwing down a pair of queens on the living room table. The familiar jingle of the phone ringing filled the whole house and pulled the girls from their game. "I'll get it." Rory said before pushing her chair away from the table and crossing the room to grab the phone off of its base.

Ryann set her cards down onto the table and made her way into the kitchen for a drink. As her glass filled with water from the kitchen sink, she watched half a dozen police cars speed by her house. "That's odd," she muttered to herself. They lived in a quiet, rural neighborhood in Virginia and the only time she could remember seeing a police car was when their neighbor's house was robbed, and that was years ago.

"It's mom." Ryann jumped at her sister's voice echoed behind her. She'd been so lost in thought she didn't even here Rory walk up behind her. "She wants to talk to you." A sigh escaped Ryann's lips before she ran her fingers through her long brown hair. Their parents had gone to Ohio to visit their aunt who was recovering from surgery and left Ryann to baby-sit her fifteen year old sister for a few days. The girl's mother had called six times a day just to check it and it was getting exhausting.

"Mom I'm twenty-five years old. I can take care of Rory for a few-" Her mother's paniced voice cut her off before she could finish.

"Ryann, something is wrong. They said to evacuate the city and now they're not letting anybody leave." Ryann could hear fear in her voice. Something was wrong.

"What's going on?" Rory asked from behind her. Ryann responded with a shrug, still listening to her mother. "They won't tell us anything. They just have us stopped on the interstate. It's already been an hour." Just then a pounding at the door made Ryann jump. She put her hand over her chest before turning to Rory.

"Mom I gotta go, someone's at the door. Here's Rory." She handed the phone over to her sister before crossing the room to her front door. "Rory, call 911! It's Mr. Selman!" Ryann screamed as her next door neighbor stumbled into their house, covered in blood. Mr. Selman dropped to the floor and Ryann dropped next to him, scanning him for his injuries. "Oh my God," she mumbled coming across three different wounds that looked like something or somebody had taken a huge chunk out of him with their teeth. "Rory bring me some towels from the hallway closet!" She yelled frantically as she helped her neighbor lay down on his back. Rory returned a few seconds later with three large bath towels as Mr. Selman began trying to pull himself back off of the ground. "Just stay here." Ryann said near tears. "I need to put pressure on these or you'll bleed out. Can you tell me what happened?" The man shook his head, unable to speak. Ryann looked up toward her sister who still had the phone in her hand.

"Ryann the line is busy." Rory said in shock from what was going on in front of her.

"Busy?" Ryann said in disbelief. "Try again."

"I've already have, about ten times now." The younger sister responded as she typed in the number once more. Ryann quickly turned her attention back to the dying man on her living room floor as her made a gurgling noise. He coughed and blood flew out of his mouth, then his eyes closed. "Is he-" Rory cut herself off as Ryann frantically searched for a pulse.

"Yeah. He is." Tears left her eyes. The friendly old man who had watched her and her sister alike grow up had just died in front of them and there was nothing that either of them could have done to help. Ryann stood up, covered in his blood and held her hand out for the phone. "Give me the phone, Rory." She then proceeded to dial 911 again. Nothing. Just a busy signal. 'What the fuck is happening?" She mumbled, dialing her mother's number next. Only she didn't answer either.

"What are we going to do, Ryann?" The younger of the two asked, turning to look at her sister, who had to stop herself from putting her head in her hands. She shrugged in response.

"Go grab my keys from my purse. We've got to go report this somehow." Ryann said turning back to the man in her living room. As Rory turned and walked away, Ryann made her way back over to the man on her floor. She stared at him intently, feeling like she was some way to blame. Just then the man's eyes jolted open. "There's no way." Ryann said mesmerized that this man was still alive. He began to pull himself off the floor quickly, which amazed Ryann considering not only five minutes ago he wasn't even able to really walk.

"Mr. Selman you should sit down." Ryann said as she began to stutter and close the space between them. The man looked up at Ryann briefly, then a snarling noise escaped his mouth before he lunged at her. She screamed as she hit the ground, grabbing the man's arms in the process, trying to hold them away from her. He was snapping his teeth at her, trying to bite her and she was struggling to push him off.

"Ryann!" She heard Rory yelling from the stairs.

"Rory, get him off of me!" Ryann yelled back as she heard her sister's footsteps running across the floor. Next thing Ryann knew, Rory had plunged a knife deep in to the man's back, and it didn't even phase him. "Get off of me!" Ryann yelled one more, pushing the man off of her with her sister's help. She quickly pulled herself off of the floor and stumbled backwards, pulling Rory with her as well. They hadn't even noticed he had also pulled himself off of the ground until the heard the snarling again.

"Go get dad's gun." Ryann said pushing Rory toward the stairs. Rory took off up the stairs as fast as her legs would allow her while Ryann backed away into the kitchen.

"Stop or I'll shoot!" Rory yelled, flying back down the stairs with their father's hand gun. The man paid no attention and just continued after Ryann. Rory pulled the trigger, hitting the man in his knee causing him to fall over but he still continued after Ryann, crawling now. Ryann held her hand out for the gun as Rory carefully joined her side in the kitchen.

"Please stop." Ryan begged as the man chomped at their feet. "I don't want to have to do this, Mr. Selman." He didn't stop. Ryan sighed a deep sigh and pointed the gun at the man's head. Turning to Rory, she frowned. "Don't look." Rory's eyes snapped shut and Ryann pulled the trigger.