The days are upon us. The guy standing right near the soda dispenser looks up. Vivid colors spark the darkness. Air grows more dense as ever. The man feels empty as though his very soul is ripped out. His eyes darken to a deep shade of black. Then comes the screams. The streets echo with footsteps and shoots firing. Yells of thing not imagined for a while. An old man with his throat bleeding in an attempt to stop it. His eyes close, then open. He gets up and yells up in the sky. He sprints the night away as he had during his life of twenty. Next door, a group of people will face the whole month in solitude. Yet this story will only last a while. How unfortunate for them to unknowingly be the main center of this story, but all must end.
He looks out the window that was block out of view. His eyes glowing and bright. The makeshift spear laid heavenly near his thigh. Five more weeks till rescue he thinks. As he advert his gaze toward a woman. A shoot is heard in the distances. They all lay down to soften the noise and move across the room. Even though everything is quiet, darkness approaches. Those things come only in the night of so they think. The hideous monster every alive is stalking the living as though they were cows or chickens. The tragic events were probably brought on by some stupid government and was unleash on the unsuspecting public. The insanity crept on the survivors as a cat does to the mouse. A sickness worse than death is falling and coming back to life. An its right outside their door.
Deep trenches filled with bodies of helpless people. A girl scout only wanting to sell some cookies caught by an old lady, a seventeen year old boy girl crazy when all this happen was caught with his pants down as he was slowly eaten to death by his girlfriend, and lastly, the boy who friends beat down on him countless times now gouging their teeth into him. The sad irony when all have to be punished when they all are committing no crime or sin. For those who survived are the luckiest or not. The man that was looking at the window has no thoughts about the girl. His thought clouded by many in one instance. The loneliness covers him and shuts his mouth. He picks up the spear and snaps it in half.
Speechless as every, Jack just walks over to the bed and lays down. No hope can save us now, he thinks, So why I'm alive is still unknown. The girl sits down near the headdress and looks at him. She then quietly falls asleep. Jack gets up and sees if she is ok, then a shudder of noise appears. The sound of broken glass resonates in the house. "Have they got in?", Jack whispers. Moans of death are heard, but not repeated. He then gets up and grabs the magnum under the closet. Then loads the thing with huge slugs. "Itsy Bitsy Spider Comes Down The Drain.", Jack sings. Then the room filled with bright light.