Chris had been ejected from the helicopter as had his mother and father. He awoke groggy, his vision blurred and his body shaking. Looking across the platform the first thing he had noticed was the skyline, they were obviously a top of a building, pretty high up by the looks of it, his ears were struck by a scream, his head flicked round instantly as he tried to drag himself up from the ground, there was his mother, kneeling beside his father. A stream of red flowed out from his fathers lifeless body, his mother was kneeling there, her ragged jeans soaked from where she had knelt down. Chris' heart sank, he didn't know what had happened or what had gone on while he had been unconscious but by the looks of things it wasn't good. He stood up and looked around, his eyes filling with tears as he edged forward,
"What… happened"
The words barely escaped his mouth before the door to the roof slammed open. Chris' head spun round, the noise seemingly waking him from a horrific daydream. A figure emerged from the darkness of the doorway. It stumbled forward and collapsed onto the ground, it groaned in agony as the person grappled its way to its feet again, Chris turned his body and drew closer to it, his mother was apparently oblivious to all that was going on- her mind occluded by grief. The further Chris came to the person the more his nose and lungs filled with the stench of death. He stopped, the silhouette of the person had blocked out any detail within its body. There was a tension that emanated through the cold air of the night, everything was quiet, usually a town of this calibre would still be buzzing with nightlife, even at this late hour there would be folks leaving clubs and driving around but there was no sound, nothing but silence. The figure was the first to break the silence, a groan, almost as if it was trying to speak, the lighting on the roof may have been dim but as the figure drew closer the persons face became all too clear, it was mutilated almost beyond recognition, its bottom jaw missing and the pallor of its skin was pale, almost grey in its tonal qualities. Whatever was left of the persons face had been torn to ribbons, flesh hung limp and dripped blood, its eyes were dead, a blank expression permanently imprinted upon the figures face. From what Chris could tell the person was a man and judging by his blood stained clothing he was a janitor or maintenance worker. A logo was emblazoned on the jumpsuit breast pocket, a red and white design, almost like an umbrella. Chris began to move backwards, the fear striking his already pounding heart and bringing him to the verge of throwing up. The ghastly sight was enough to turn even the most stern of stomachs. Chris stumbled, his shaking legs coming from underneath him, he looked up at the man, his quivering voice cracked as he called out,
"Muummm"
He looked towards her as she raised her head, her face driven with fear as she looked at the man approaching her son, she almost leapt to her feet and rushed to Chris' side. She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to his feet, the creature lunged forward towards them but as Chris was dragged away all the creature found to chew on was concrete, its face slamming heavily into the roof. Chris' mother still holding Chris by the arm made a b-line for the door, Chris following closely behind her. The man still struggling to get to his feet seemingly gave up, he crawled along the roof pulling himself forward until he had made his way to the corpse of Chris' father. The body was still warm, the janitor lapped its arms over the dead man, its face moved closer to his arm, its lower jaw missing, the bones which once held it in place moved in perfect alignment up and down as the janitor attempted to bite into Chris' fathers arm. It failed miserably, its top teeth barely scathing the flesh.
As Chris, led by his mother made their way hurriedly through the door something unexpected happened, his mother slipped, her body lost balance, her arms swung in the air before she fell backwards, her body met the stairs with a sickening crunch as she rolled down the cold steel steps. Then she stopped as a thud signified the end of her fall, her body lay in an awkward position at the base of the stairs, all was silent. Chris stood there, his mouth gaping open. Once again his eyes filled with tears as he rushed down to the base of the stairs, he slipped an arm under his mothers head, behind her neck. Something dug harshly into his arm, he removed his arm quickly before whispering,
"Please get up"
The tears now flowing freely he looked down, his mothers neck was at an almost impossible angle, he looked to his hand, it seemed wet. As he strained his eyes and looked closer he realised it was blood, he rolled his mother onto her side, his eyes blurred with tears he wiped them with his sleeve, there protruding from his mothers neck was nothing but solid bone and blood in a complete mess. Chris screamed, as he lunged to the side his stomach churned and he threw up.
