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Anxitey Attack
Chapter 3
Jeff got shot in the leg. Alan fell to the floor to be at his father's side. He looked at Jeff and still he seemed to be in no pain at all. Alan glanced back at the wound and quickly tore of the sleeve of his shirt and applies pressure to his leg to stop the bleeding. He took a careful glance of his settings trying to see if anything has been disturbed or looked out of place. He knew his home like the back of his hand but yet he was unfamiliar grounds of someone else in control of the situation. The hairs that were on the back of his neck were still on edge. He couldn't see anything out of the normal but then again it was dark around the house with only the moon light showing the edged of the shadows that lurked around the corners.
Alan looked back down at his father's leg. The cloth was now soaked in blood. He looked up at the cabinets to see where a kitchen towel was located. He found one. Alan jumped up as soon as he spotted it. In that short time from when he got up grabbed the towel and back, the blood from Jeff's leg was starting to cover the floor in a small pool. Alan quickly was back on Jeff trying to keep every ounce of blood in him. Then Alan heard a noise. He looked up and saw nothing. He checked behind him around again, starting to feel the pressure of anxiety attack setting in, the absolute feeling of being squared in and no one else to help him out.
Alan's breathing started getting shorter and shorter. Now he was looking over his shoulder every second to make sure he wasn't hearing things. "Virgil" he cried out in an act of desperation. To make sure that the living dead in the house would be woken up. He yelled at the stop of his lungs. "Virgil or anybody please help me!!!!!!!!" There was nothing but his breathing he could hear. Alan held is breath for a moment so he could shallow but then his heart sunk deeper than before. He could hear someone else breathing. Alan got closer to his father and knelt down and hovered over Jeff's mouth with is head turned halfway. He listened carefully, yes Jeff was still breathing, but there was someone else breathing which the sound was coming from behind. Alan looked behind and saw a figure. Then he saw the figure lift up one of his arms and then whacked him hard on the side of the head. Alan fell on the floor as he drifted away from the land of the consciousness.
