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The throat curdling screams pierced Sams ears as she was getting pushed left and right of the panicked crowd.
"Mom! MOM!" Sam tried to scream over the crowd, but her voice was lost in the sea of other classmates screaming for their parents, significant others or just screaming help from anyone. I need to get to her, Sam thought as she pushed her way to the twin doors. She opened them and her albino eyes screamed at the sight of the bright sun. Urg, what the fuck. I can't see anything. As her eyes adjusted, her mind simply couldn't at what was before her.
People were tackling others, ripping them apart with bare hands and put the bloody meat towards their faces. Not just any people, people Sam knew..neighbors, family friends, and even her teachers became vicious carnivores on anything with a heartbeat.
In a shock, Sam ran towards the parking lot sobbing uncontrollably. I just need to get somewhere safe right now. Stevie sprinted towards Sam right before she reached her parking row, "Sam, Sam! Ok, look at me.I dont know what the fuck these things are, ok? They aren't alive anymore. The only way to make them not try to hurt you is by stabbing them with anything sharp in the brain.." He handed her part of a lead pipe that came from a cafeteria table, "You see one coming after you, you hit it. Hit it until it stops coming. Right here." He tapped his pointer and middle finger towards his frontal lobe. "I will meet you at our tree house, ok? Go to the tree house now!"
He pushed her towards her car and the still shell shocked Sam walked paralyzed with the weapon in her left dominate hand and reached her car. "I love you Sam!" The words didnt quite register in her loud thoughts as she drove down the road.
She remembered what Stevie said about her new weapon. She parked her car and grabbed the heavy pipe. She climbed up the 11 year old ladder to the tree house the kids built when they could finally ride their bikes to the wood store downtown. They were so proud of it and they built it as a sanctuary away from the rest of the world, and now it really was working to protect them from whatever the hell the world has become.
She crawled her way to her corner and looked at her hands, they were shaking like an earthquake erupted inside her. Am I cold? No. Maybe I'm just not fucking used to seeing people eat other people. She punched the floor board out of anger and the hot stream of tears dropped uncontrollably. She sat in her spot for the next felt like hours waiting for Stevie to meet her.
Finally she heard someone tugging at the wood, ensuring safety and climbing upwards. She tried to call out but she's been crying too long, her voice was lost like the rest of her. At last, Stevies blue eyes peaked out from the top step of the ladder with his black hair caked with blood, not his oddly. He immediately crawled towards Sam and held her as she cried into his chest.
"Sam, everything's okay. Those things can't climb.. I dont think. We will be safe."
She let up on the crying and tried to clear her throat, "I couldn't even find mum and on the way here my radio was completely out.." "I'm sure they are safe. I heard that when the things first broke out on the field there was time for the parents to be evacuated off the stands." Sam cracked her lips and let out a tiny smile, her pale skin glowed in the setting sun.
She tried to sleep but the sounds of screams and gunshots filled the warm air. She needed to find her mother.. She looked over to where Stevie fell asleep and lightly pushed him with her fingers to see if he would budge. Good, hes passed out. Sam thought as she grabbed her silver pipe and carefully climbed down the creaky ladder.
The atmosphere was thick and humid, sweat started gathering behind her neck and tied her hair up with the elastic she had on her wrist. She stuck to the sides of houses to ensure her saftey, she knew she was roughly about a mile away from her house. She ran out to the middle of the street and could see her mailbox untouched by the new disgusting world. The streets were much darker without any lights refreshing the streets every five- feet, she scurried by.
Her neighbors houses were quiet, the garages were left open in a hurry and no cars were longer inside of them. She heard growling coming from the garage and put her ear towards it. Something was banging on the metal, "Mom? I'm coming dont worry!"
She slid her tiny fingers under the metal and yanked it over and up. Her mothers blood covered corpse stumbled towards her and reached out. Where her mothers pale blond hair used to lay down the middle of her back it was now draped in red stains. Her skin was an off pale- yellow and blood was dripping out of every pore.
"No..mom." Sam started choking on her tears, she walked backwards and stumbled onto her back. Her mothers eyes were locked on Sam and the sounds coming from her. Her mom let out low growls and blood prints followed with each footprint. "Please mom, its me. I cant hurt you. Please mom!" Sam screamed and other corpses emerged from the yards across the street.
