Slowly her eyes fluttered open to reveal blueish orbs. It was dark. With a quiet groan she sat up, holding her head. Why was it pounding so hard? What on earth happened? Her head felt like it was being used as a drum the way her brain was pounding her skull. She looked around the room that she was in. There was almost no light except for the small portion of moonlight seeping in through the boarded walls. The last time she checked, her room had concrete walls that were painted a light green, not wooden boards that had millimeters of space between them. Cool air slipped in as a breeze blew by and she shivered at the chill moving down her spine like a slow spider. There were barrels piled up, some on their sides and some upright, all using the silky material of cobwebs to hold them together. There was a small desk in the corner, papers scattered across its surface. She pushed herself up and went over to see what it was.

If this was a dream, it was really weird.

Picking one up she saw that it was a book of some sort but the pages had been pulled from the binding. She shuffled through them to find one with today's date at the top of the page. Looking at the writing space she looked at the supposed handwriting. If there were words in between the lines, they were not legible. She looked back up at the top of the page to confirm that it was today's date. Though messily written she managed to make out the date.

Correction, make that really weird.

She flipped back to the beginning to see if it was just some prank that her friends were pulling. She didn't think that they would really go that far to freak her out, but then again, people always hid things from others. Looking through it she felt the texture of the paper to confirm that it was just as old as it looked. It looked real enough.

'There's something inside of me. I can feel it.'

"Okay..." She looked around the room again. It looked like something out of a game or one of those horror films. It was perfectly silent except for the sound of the breeze whispering through the boards. The room was completely empty from what she could see, but there was one corner that was completely concealed in darkness and just looking at it sent chills up her spine. She took a deep breath. The air was stale and she didn't like the way that her heart was slowly creeping up to a faster pace. It was exactly like a horror film. Her eyes went back to the journal, trying to convince her brain that it wasn't real.

'It isn't human.'

There was a loud thump somewhere nearby and she dropped the book, some of the pages fell out before fluttering across the floor to be blown by the small breeze into the dark corner. There was a gurgling noise coming from that part of the room. The sound was followed by an errie moan as something shuffled around in the dark.

Her heart rate must have been in the 200's. Her breathing had shortened to short gasps and as the shuffling stopped, her breath stopped halfway up her throat.

A foot landed on the paper that had stopped on the border of the dark corner and she screamed. She raced toward the door that she had spotted earlier, twisting the handle in every possible way. The moaning was growing louder and she turned around to see it a few feet away. She looked it up and down. There were blood stains covering pieces of the tattered clothing that concealed the crooked body. His face was distorted, almost as if it was decaying, peeling away from the muscles and tendons on his face. Their eyes were white and their skin red and spotted.

"What the hell...?" Realization struck her after she had looked at it more thoroughly. Two arms with hands, two legs with feet, and a torso and head with two eyes, a nose and a mouth. It didn't sound like it, it barely looked like one, so could it really be...?

It was...a person?

The man lifted his arms toward her and she looked around the room. There was a loose board near the barrels and it had a few nails in one end. She looked back at the man fearfully. He was getting closer. Without a second thought she raced past it, ducking beneath the arms that attempted to wrap around her. Grabbing a firm hold of the semi-thick wood, she pulled.

It didn't move.

He moaned again...or could it be called a gurgle?

Looking up with fear she saw him stepping in her direction slowly. She pulled frantically at the board. It creaked but didn't move.

"God...dammit!" With a sudden burst of energy, she broke it off, stumbling back against the barrels. A cobweb stuck to her arm and she bit her lip, readying her weapon. The gooey feeling that rested against her skin made her want to scream, but she refrained from doing so. There were much more important things going on at the moment...a cobweb attached to her arm wasn't all too bad...

Holding onto the board she watched her enemy closely and recalled the zombie game that she had watched friends play over and over again and she attempted to mimic their movements. She bent her knees slightly and took a better fighting position from her battle mania game.

Wow, video games come in handy at the queerest times.

"D-don't come near me! I-I won't hesitate...to...swing..." She looked at the end of the board and twisted it in her hands so that the nails would impact if se was forced to attack. He continued to advance toward her.

"Uuuhhhhhh..." The tips of his fingers brushed her arm, skin rough and slimy. Parts of the dead skin clung to her arm and she swung, closing her eyes. There was a sudden jerk in her body as it collided with something. Something splattered on her cheek and she was on the brink of tears. She kept her lips clamped tightly together. She managed to creak one eye open.

The nails were buried in the side of its head which was tilted to the side as if broken. She could see the tip of a bone sticking out and she felt the urge to puke. It opened its mouth, looking right at her. Her attention was brought back to the creature in front of them.

"Uuuuwwwaaa..."

Her eyes widened before closing tightly, bringing her arm back to swing again...and again...and again. When she had hit it at least a dozen times she opened her eyes to see what she had done.

The body lay motionless on the floor, skull bashed in and brains pooling on the floor along with all the blood. The head was completely destroyed, shards of the skull scattered around the room. She looked at the board in her hand. The nails were covered in blood, pieces of flesh hanging off a few of them.

Her stomach flipped.

A second later, she was against the wall, puking her guts out.

A few minutes of that and she turned to lean against the wall beside her dinner.

Well...it was most definitely not a dream.

Her eyes landed on the body laying on the floor. She covered her mouth before looking around. Something threatened to come up and she averted her eyes away from it. There had to be some way out. The door...no, it was locked. She spotted a window near where the barrels were. It was so dusty she couldn't see out or even an outline of her reflection. Taking the hem of her shirt and wrapping it around her hand she rubbed a small circle within her line of vision. There was a small breeze across her exposed stomach before she let her shirt fall back down. Trees. Great. A forest. Or some deserted island. Looking closer she saw her reflection. She turned away as soon as she saw it.

There was blood spatter on her face and she looked away at the sight of a small pale glob with the blood in her hair. She did not want to know what that was.

There was no way she could break this herself. Near the desk was a stool and she didn't need to spend her precious time thinking it over. She took cautious steps around the body and pooling blood to get to the desk once again. The stool was knocked over from her hurry to the door earlier. It was near the lifeless body. Her eyes rolled back in her head for a moment before she quickly reached for it, taking a hold of one of the three legs, pulling it back to where she stood within a matter of seconds. Wanting to get out as quick as possible she ran through the pool of blood, stepping over the body before smashing the window with the stool. The twinkling sound of glass falling to the floor signified its current state.

She had to get out of there.

Holding onto the hem of her shirt, she placed her hand on the window sill before hopping over to land onto the dirt below. Once her feet hit the dirt she fell back on her butt, leaning her back against the wall. It was at that time that she started to cry. That's how she dealt with stress. Deal with it then think about it later. Emotional break down if necessary.

It was most definitely necessary.

It hadn't even been a minute when she heard moaning. Sniffing back a sob she pushed back the hair that had fallen into her face to look up. A pair of feet were moving towards her with a slow and unbalanced gait. Looking up further she saw a bone poking out of a rip in the pant leg. She started to cry harder.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" She screamed it at the top of her lungs, holding her head with crossed arms in a protective manner. There was a loud bang and a second later her ears were ringing. Something landed on her and she screamed even louder then before, entering a state of panic or a state of shock. Immediately she shoved the body off of her and, opening her eyes she saw the blurry figure of a man walking up to where she was. There were at least five other...things around her and she stared to run in the opposite direction.

Fight or flight?

...well, rhetorical question.

Five gunshots echoed throughout the forest. She couldn't even think anymore. She couldn't see. She couldn't hear a thing after those shots were fired. All she knew was that she had to keep running.

She had no idea where she was going or where she was. All she knew was that she had to get out of there.

A hand grabbed her upper arm and she turned trying to fend off whatever it was. Her wrist was grabbed and twisted behind her back as she was pulled into a warm body. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes were glued shut. Something cold and hard was pressed against her temple and she finally broke down. Her body was trembling without mercy, her heart was beating so fast there was a lack of oxygen reaching her brain and her breathing was interrupted by gut-wrenching sobs and pleas.

If there was a time and place for praying it was right then and there. She could have sworn she saw her life flash before her eyes before it was interrupted by a voice. There was a soft murmur by her ear as hot breath passed it, something leaning over her shoulder. This was it. Her life was over. Those things were going to eat her and there wasn't anything she could do to stop it. At the mere thought of being eaten alive her body went limp and she leaned wholly against the body behind her for support as her mind went blank.

It was too much...her body-no, her mind couldn't process what was happening.

The solution was simple. Shut down.

...and that's exactly what she did.