Chapter 3

Authors note: Oh guys sorry about the last chapter… It was really short wasn't it -_- Well I shall give you this entire chapter in hopes my story can be saved! Remember reviews are like air without them I wither and die! XD

I'll try not to make so many mistakes this chapter and as a gift for being so patient this chapter will be longer than the others! Also thank you every one for reviewing! Thank you GeraldB for pointing out I need to fix some mistakes. For that I grant you a cookie! Each review is a gem that I treasure! 3 also I'm switching pov from third person to first. If it doesn't work let me know…: p

Disclaimer: I do not and will never own thirty days of night. *wistful sigh*


Carries POV

I cautiously opened the attic door, holding it tightly so it wouldn't squeak. I ducked my head down through the hatch to see if anyone was waiting below. I lowered myself down once I was sure no one else was in the house with me. My eyes snapped to where my grandmother's body had lain.

It was gone.

Someone had been right below me and had taken my poor grandmothers corpse without a single sound. I shook with rage. Not only did they kill her but now they couldn't even let her body lay in piece? I cursed silently.

'Focus Carrie.' I thought to myself. 'You have to find food. Don't think about anything else right now. Just find the food.' I knew there was an old grocery store down the street but what if those people where outside. If they were terrorists they wouldn't hesitate to shoot me. Or worse…

I slunk over to the back door, my eyes darting back and forth as I remained alert for any intruders. I clenched my fingers over the handle of my gun as I reached out and swiftly yanked the door open.

Nothing.

I slipped out the door bringing my gun to my side. I glanced around, looking out into the dark winter night. The snow sparkled from where the light of my flashlight hit it. A dark patch covered the ground and glistened wetly when the light hit it.

"What the-" I whispered. I walked over to the puddle only for the flashlight to thump into the pillows of snow. Oh god it was blood. A lot of blood. It was spread into a trail as if something had been dragged from the back door of grams house… Oh god no they wouldn't.

I peered into the darkness barely making out a dark shape in the darkness. I scooped up the flashlight and pointed it at the shadowy image. I instantly gagged and had to hold myself back from vomiting. Something had- had lodged my grandmothers decapitated head onto a pole. Her dead eyes stared out blankly as a puddle of blood was frozen onto her neck.

'Don't look at it Carrie. It's not real. It is not real.' I tried to convince myself. But it was too late I had seen it, and nothing could change that. I slipped past the pole not daring to even glance at the remains that had once been my Gram. I couldn't even bury her for god's sake. I pushed the grief from my mind and focused on getting to the grocery store.

There wasn't a single sound. Not a peep. No more screams or shrieks of terror. Silence. I spied multiple blood pools on the ground but spotted no bodies. How could these people do such things? Barlow was a small town and seemed like a stupid target for terrorists. I spied the grocery store as it came into my view. It seemed empty…

I cautiously neared the motion operated doors. The electricity had been cut off so I had to pry the doors apart and squeeze my body inside. The empty aisles were pitch black casting an eerie atmosphere off of them. The cash register lay on the ground while various cuts of meat were discarded on the floor, torn from their packages. Everything was coated with a thin layer of frost as the doors hadn't sealed out all the cold.

I headed down the nearest aisle and started picking up food that happened perished along with drinks, placing them in the paper bag I had brought with me.

My ears perked as the whistle of the wind resounded from outside. I finished up quickly, sneaking back out the doors.

'Where is everybody? Surely they can't all be- no I'm sure their fine…' suddenly a crackle of ice sounded from behind me. I started to turn only to be slammed onto my back, my arms pinned to my sides. I stared up into my aggressors' face. What. The. Hell.

He had sharp, needle-sharp teeth that filled his mouth. His deep set eyes sucked in all light leaving only an inky blackness behind. Atop his head was a scruffy blanket of brown hair that looked as if it hadn't been washed for a few days. As I looked on, I noticed that he seemed vaguely familiar…

"Doug?" What was this thing? It looked like the man I once knew. Doug didn't have razor sharp teeth. Doug didn't have black wells of ink for eyes. Doug didn't have blood on his mouth looking as if…as if…

"Oh God." I gagged. He wasn't human anymore just this…thing. No longer did Doug exist. Instead a place monster had taken his place. I closed off all of my emotions from my thoughts. Suddenly Doug sprang, hissing and screeching like a banshee from hell. My eyes narrowed. I swung my leg up and was rewarded with a crack as Doug- no it, fell onto the snow.

"It's not him. It's not alive. It's a thing." I whispered. I held up my gun and shot him right between the eyes. I didn't even stay to watch it fall to the ground. I ducked and leapt over bodies and puddles of blood as I sprinted towards safety. I slammed the door when I rushed into Grams house not even turning around to look the door before I bolted up the stairs and shut the trap door.

My hands were shaking so badly when I finally noticed the weight they carried. I looked down to see that the bag full of food was clasped in-between my arms, trapped in a death grip. I sat down cross legged on the floor as my mind whirled trying to contemplate what it had just seen.

I snorted. Well at least I knew they weren't terrorists. My smirk vanished when I remembered that thing.

It used to be Doug. The guy had a wife. Both were devote Christians and good and loving people. They didn't deserve this. Hell, my Gran didn't deserve to have her head chopped off and rammed on a pike! I clenched my fists. What had Barlow done that had been so awful, so horrible that these demons saw fit to come here? Or did they just pick us at random? My legs gave out as I feel into a deep sleep, finally surrendering to the stress and the unimaginable horror I had seen.


Marlow watched as the human ran towards its dwelling, not knowing she had an audience. Marlow yawned, bored. The humans were so predictable nowadays. They fled and cowered, none different from the rest. However…, this human had caught his eye. If she peeked is interest enough he might even turn her. Isis was not proving to be the best decision he had ever made and he was in the market after he disposed of his current fledging. He grinned. If the human didn't met his…standards, he would just eat and be done with the miserable worm. Still this one showed promise of at least providing a good fight…


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