Three hours before "Oh God what's that awful smell?!" I said as I woke up. I had left my window open the night before for some air. "Is that coming from outside" I thought to myself. It had to be. I stuck my head out my bedroom window to see what the smell was. I looked outside and wanted to know what it was. But by the time I looked outside, I wish I hadn't. People I knew and loved were being chased by these monsters. I screamed as one of them latched on to me. It almost took me out the window, but I put my arm around its neck and snapped it, blood gushing everywhere and on me as it fell to the ground. It had bit me. But I didn't notice it at the time. I ran to my mom's room to get the 9mm handgun. But that made me realize that my mom was gone. Where was she? I thought. But then I saw a note lying on her bed pillow. The note looked as if it had been scribbled quickly. It read:
Dear Russ,
I have gone to a business meeting in Indianapolis. I will be back tomorrow.
Love Mom
At least I knew she was safe. But I felt sorry for the people who did not have a mother any more. I quickly threw the letter down as I remembered what was going on outside and went back into action. I then noticed that I was bleeding a lot so I ran to the bathroom to stop it. I speedily grabbed a washcloth and got it damp. I placed it against my wound hard so it would have pressure applied. After I took it away to check and see what it looked like, I realized it hadn't stopped. So I grabbed a bandage from the cabinet under the bathroom sink and placed it on the bloody wound, not bothering to put alcohol on it or anything; I didn't want to waste time.
I waited for a couple of hours when I looked out my bathroom window and saw a girl running. She was running from the monsters.
Flashback ended.
The back door busted open and Jill and I didn't waste time. We quickly opened my mom's window and jumped out of it. We ran down the street past the zombies. We just kept sprinting until Jill pointed to a bar and said, "Let's stop there. It'd be a good hideout" The sign on the bar door read Charlie's Hideaway. Hideaway, I thought to myself. How convenient.
We were there at the door. "It was locked." Jill said in a scared voice. So I shot the lock with my 9mm, which I just happened to be carrying with me. We were in. We set a table in front of the door to block the door; we were all clear. We looked out the blinds to see a green monster with big claws. Jill said one word. "Hunters." And then, all of a sudden, I fell to the ground, screaming in pain...
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