Mom and the Thing rose to their feet and began to hobble towards me. A loud, high-pitched scream escaped me, and I lifted the knife to ear level, the blade facing the two monsters. The unknown Thing approached me first, and I swung the knife down, digging the point deeper and deeper into its skull. Blood trickled from the wound and it fell to the floor, making a loud thud once it hit the ground. I looked to my mother, ready to strike again with the knife.
But something held me back. It almost felt like a hand was grasping my wrist, silently begging me to stop and let her be. The silence soon evolved into a low, gurgling growl close to my ear. I spun around quickly and drove the handle end into the eye socket of the Thing that had held my wrist. Bright red poured down the Thing's face and surrounded me. The walls, the floor, the door, the furniture, and the hand that slammed down on my shoulder all turned a bright red, and I spun back around, pushing the red blade through a red skull, and watching them both fall to the red ground.
It didn't take long to realize what I had just done.
The red was drained away from the world, and my knees to buckled and tears rushed down my cheeks, forming a pool beneath me. I laid my left hand on my mother's bloodied cheek, and my right on my brother's torn-up shoulder, grief weighing me down, but happiness nearly outweighed it. While I was mourning their deaths, it was comforting knowing that they would not be monsters any longer.
After what felt like an eternity, I finally raised to my feet. I had to get out of there. I could not allow myself to mourn forever. I went into the shop and picked up a belt with two holsters on it, one for a gun, one for a knife. I collected a revolver and as much ammunition as I could find for my gun.
As soon as I walked outside, intense humidity caused my black t-shirt and my denim shorts to stick to my skin, and my bare feet were covered in wet grass. I pulled my hair into a ponytail to prevent it from sticking to me, too; then headed out to an unknown destination.
I walked through forests and along highways for hours, killing a few Things on the way. After awhile, I grew accustom to the low growls that emitted from the beings that now dominated the Earth. I was so used to them, in fact, that it startled me to hear a human voice yell, "Hey, you!"
I turned to the source of the sound and saw something I had not expected.
There was a man with an eye-patch standing in the road behind me.
