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Alfred groaned as his alarm clock beeped into life, reminding him that it was necessary for him to wake up. He hit the snooze button and smiled in triumph when the noise died down, allowing him to attempt to go back to his peaceful sleep.
A few minutes later, there was a sudden pounding at the front door of his apartment. At first, he tried to ignore it and placed his pillow over his head. It worked, but then the assault on his door grew louder and more frantic, and a high pitched scream tore through Alfred's attempted sleep.
Mumbling a few choice words, the 22 year old blond climbed out of his bed. He stumbled to the door and peered through the small peephole. Alfred frowned when he didn't see anything, but the pounding returned when he made a move to return to his inviting bed. With a heavy sigh, Alfred opened the door.
"What do you-, HOLY S***!" Alfred screamed when something pounced at him.
Alfred jumped back, managing to throw his assailant off and reaching for an old baseball bat he had kept next to the door, a precaution in case anyone ever tried to break in. He pointed the bat at the slowly rising figure, retching when it turned to face him. The woman, who had an appearance too much like his landlady's to just be a coincidence, looked disgusting. Her face was rotting and barely sticking to her skull, and her gums were bleeding from the area where her teeth had once sat.
"Ms Smith? Are you alright?" Alfred asked and she groaned, reaching out in an attempt to grab Alfred's leg.
Alfred moved back again. Something wasn't right...He was seriously hoping that it was just some weird joke, but…
His thoughts were interrupted when 'Ms Smith' launched herself at him again, a low, animalistic growl emitting from the back of her throat. Alfred slammed the bat into her, forcing her across the room. He hoped that it would only stop her. He didn't want to kill her.
Deciding that she shouldn't be able to attack him now, Alfred turned his attention to the door, locking it and making sure it was secure. Alfred didn't hear the quiet grunts coming from Ms Smith, who was beginning to drag her body towards her prey.
Alfred's eyes widened as something crawled up his back. He threw it off him, turning around and screaming loudly. Ms Smith's arm was now missing, but she was still trying to climb up, her eyes never shifting away from him. He desperately smashed the bat into her again, and this time her head split open. The pure white carpet was now stained with red. So much red. Alfred covered his mouth and looked away to stop himself from throwing up.
What the hell is going on?! he thought, moving to his office area and switching the laptop on. The internet always had the answer to everything.
It was everywhere, the flashy news bulletin that briefly explained how some strange plague had rapidly spread overnight.
Swallowing, he grabbed his phone and carefully dialled a number. He bit his lip, hoping, with all of his heart, that the other end would pick up.
One ring.
Two rings.
Three rings.
"The number you have reached is now unavailable. Please try again later."
Alfred swore and slammed his fist down onto the desk. He hurriedly changed into some proper clothes and clutched his bat again. He stepped out of his apartment, just as he would have any other day, but knew that he was probably walking straight into hell.
He had to save the person he cared about more than anyone else in the world, and nothing was going to stop him.