I kept riding, trying to block out what I'd just seen in my mind, but my stupid imagination was going wild. I could understand why, in times as awful as these, somebody would want to take their life but why in such a gruesome way? Or perhaps someone had murdered them? But I can't see murder being as vicious as before, now I can just see murder being for survival. If you kill someone so you can live, surely you don't want to smear their guts on the wall?
I tried to ignore the tears welling in my eyes. It was stupid, I was surrounded by death all the time and now I was crying about one person. I tried to wipe the tear as it rolled down my cheek but I lost balance and the shovel fell off the bike, me following afterwards. I tumbled onto the ground and my jeans ripped, causing my knees to scrape across the floor and start to bleed. I sobbed and picked the mud out of my wounds, and then realised somebody was approaching me. It was a little girl shuffling torwards me, arms outstretched and jaw snapping. I tried to get up and raise my shovel but I couldn't - I couldn't bring myself to kill a kid, not after what I'd just seen. I let myself fall back to the floor and I counted the seconds it took for her to reach me.
One, two, three, four. She'd gotten so close I could smell her. I could see her muddy coloured veins in her pale skin, and I could see how her flesh had cracked and crusted around her bite wounds. Her arm, neck and ribs were gaping open, and it was a wonder how she'd gotten away before she'd well and truly been made a meal. Five, six, seven. She was closer now. I could see the nail marks that had been dug into her cheeks. Her eyes were bloodshot. I could hear the low-pitched snarl emminating from her mouth.
Eight, nine. She was towering over me now, grabbing out at my shoulders and grasping on anything she could get. She got hold of my hair and I squealed. Without thinking, I lifted up the shovel and it hit her square in the jaw, breaking it in two. It sent her back and she fell, hitting her head on the floor. I stood up and lookd at her struggling to get back up, like a turtle stuck on it's shell. I closed my eyes and brough the shovel down on her face, just as she grabbed my ankle. Ten.
