Al Drin Hoshizora: Other blonde girl? Seriously?
I am a burglar: Ugh...
Antha1: She does care about Riley. She just made a decision that should've been thought through better.
Mary had been lying in her bed, reading a gothic romance novel that she was sure she'd forget in a short amount of time. She didn't have a job yet, so she simply passed the time like this, enjoying a relatively peaceful, quiet life.
Then she heard Shelley's high-pitched scream coming from downstairs, and just like that, that life ended.
"Oh, dammit," She grumbled, slinging the book away. She knew that something really bad must have happened to get Shelley to scream like that. She knew she should be concerned, what with Shelley being so terrified over something, but she was just more irritated than anything.
"Was a day of peace and quiet really so hard to ask?" She mumbled as she swung open the door and stormed down the hallway and down the stairs. As she did, she could hear the screaming of not just Shelley, but Rob and Jordan as well. She could also hear a lot of running, stumbling, and things crashing.
Now Mary was beginning to get scared. She knew instantly that some kind of struggle must be going on downstairs to cause that much of a ruckus.
It appeared she wasn't the only one who had noticed, as she heard her brother, George, call out from upstairs, "Mary, what the Hell is up with all that noise? Are you guys screwing down there?"
"No!" Mary immediately shouted up at him. She heard the sound of glass shattering from below, and she knew she couldn't waste another second. Quickly, she threw open the basement door and flew down the stairs to see what was transpiring.
"Guys, what's going on-" She started, but froze in place when she saw it.
On one side of the room, Shelley, Rob and Jordan were all pressed up against the wall, Jordan holding his guitar as a makeshift weapon, though he was clearly scared out of his mind.
On the other side of the room was a slobbering, animalistic feral zombie. He was hunched down on all fours, emitting low growls as he glared at its prey with hungry eyes.
Mary stood at the end of the staircase, frozen in place. Her eyes were wide with shock and horror, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to form words.
"F-F-F-" Was all she could manage to say. Her entire body was shaking was terror. Immediately, she was struck with flashbacks to the horrific battle at the Boss' Headquarters all those months ago, where the ferals had been thought to be defeated.
And yet, here was one of them, right here in the same room as her.
Suddenly, everyone heard footsteps coming down the basement staircase behind Mary.
"Hey, Mary, did you find out who was making all that n-" George was saying, but he stopped when he saw the feral in the room, cornering his friends. The feral suddenly turned to face him and Mary.
George was silent for all of one second. Then, he let loose the loudest, shrillest, most high-pitched scream Mary had ever heard.
"Feral!" He shouted out in a panicked voice. The sudden volume appeared to provoke the feral, as it began bounding across the room towards George and Mary, grunting wildly as he did.
"Crap!" Mary shouted, and whirled around to push George up the stairs. However, the feral was charging at them too quickly for them to run away.
Suddenly, something slammed into the feral from the side, sending it flying into the wall with such force it left a dent. George and Mary whirled around to see Rob standing in the same spot the feral used to be, panting heavily.
He turned towards George and Mary, and bellowed, "What are you waiting for? Run!"
George and Mary didn't need to be told twice. They dashed up the stairs, followed closely by Jordan and Shelley. Rob, meanwhile, turned to the feral, who was struggling to get to its feet. Thinking quickly, Rob rushed to the television screen and lifted it into the air over his head.
The feral sprang to his feet and turned to Rob, screeching and aching for a fight. However, he barely had time to react when the television screen slammed right into him, crushing him under its weight.
Rob took the opportunity to dash up the stairs as well, bursting through the door to join his friends in the living room. However, he stopped when he saw them, frozen in place.
"What's wrong?" He asked them. Mary slowly turned towards him, and pointed a shaking finger at the railing.
Rob looked up, and his eyes widened when he saw at least three more ferals, standing on the staircase railings and glowering down at the group, licking their decaying lips. There was a maniacal grin on their faces as they stared at their prey.
"Uh oh," Rob said. Turning to the others, he shouted, "Run!"
The group took off towards the door, but one of the ferals pounced, landing on top of Mary's back. The young woman let out a scream as the feral grabbed onto her hair with its clawed fingers, jerking her head back. She stumbled across the room, trying to shake the creature off of her.
"Help!" She cried out.
George stopped just as the group were about to exit through the door. Turning around, he shouted, "Mary!" He rushed to aid his sister, but was knocked to the ground by another feral.
The first feral dragged Mary to the ground, landing on top of her. Pinning the young woman, the feral lowered its jaws down to bite Mary's neck. She screamed out in horror.
Suddenly, a crashing sound was heard behind the feral's head, and he immediately slumped on top of Mary, unconscious. Looking up, Mary saw Jordan swing his guitar and knock the second feral out cold.
Mary groaned as she felt the feral's saliva drip down her cheek. Shoving the creature off of her, she scrambled to her feet, helping George up as well. "Come on, let's go!" She shouted, and the group took off towards the door. Behind them, the three ferals gave chase.
Rob slammed through the door, and the group burst out into the open darkness. They were about to continue running, but they froze when they saw several other ferals standing on the drive way, blocking their path.
"Oh no," George whispered in horror. The group was about to turn back, only to see the three ferals block their other exit. They hissed and growled at the group.
Slowly, the ferals surrounded the group, cutting off all their exits. The group huddled together in terror, wondering what the ferals intended to do to them.
One of the ferals let out a screech, and lunged at the group. They braced themselves for impact.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out, and immediately, the feral dropped to the ground, dead, a bullet hole in his head. The group stared down at the body, stunned. All heads, including that of the ferals, whipped to the street to see a pair of glowing headlights zooming towards them.
Before they could react, a minivan slammed into three ferals, sending them hurtling across the drive way and landing on the grass. The door to the minivan was kicked open, and a familiar figure sprang out of the car.
Mary's eyes widened in shock. "Jill!" She shouted.
Jill K. Andersen rushed out of the car, a gun in her hands. The ferals whirled on the unexpected arrival, but they weren't fast enough. Jill raised the gun and fired three shots. Immediately, the three ferals slumped onto the ground, dead as well.
The group stared down at the dead ferals, and they let out breaths of relief. "Thank you, Jill," George said to her.
"The danger isn't over yet," Jill told the group. "Get in the car, and let's get out of here. Then you can thank me."
The group was all too willing to comply. They rushed and squeezed themselves into Jill's minivan. Jill rushed into the driver's seat, and she started the car and began driving down the street.
As the minivan sped down the street, the screeches and growls of dozens of ferals began to fill the air across the neighborhood.
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