Brook leaned over the sink, droplets of sweat fell down her face and she twisted the handle for cold water. Shivers ran down her spine.
"Shit shit shit" Brook mumbled and coughed loudly.
She closed her eyes and continued to cough violently. Her legs felt like they were melting off and they tingled.
"fuck, why is this happening"
Brook had a glimpse of her own blood before her vision went black.
Harper awoke at the sound of a loud banging coming from upstairs.
"Sam I know you have your own issues n' shit but STOP" she shouted from the blankets on the floor she had just been sleeping in moments ago.
Sam lifted her head sleepily, "huh...what? why are you yelling".
"Oh sorry, it is dark and stuff...I thought you were upstairs causing that noise" Harper said without looking at Sam, her eye on the upstair's bathroom.
Sam huffed and got up, "I'll check it out".
"Okay, I'll come with you"
"No you are not"
Harper stood up and said indignantly, "YES I am"
Sam went off to check out the source of noise, refusing to respond to Harper. She stopped at the bathroom and pressed her ear to the door. Harper had followed Sam and was watching.
"There is someone on the other side" Sam stated in a matter of fact tone.
Harper's eyes went wide. "W-Where is Brooklyn?" she stuttered quietly.
Sam's breathing stopped for a moment, but she kept a straight face as she said, "go get my gun".
"but-"
"NOW"
Harper dashed off to find Sam's gun, too afraid of what might be behind the door to get on Sam's case for yelling. She found her friend's bag and dug through it. No gun. Her mind darted from one thought to another until she checked the pockets of the bag and pulled out the small hand pistol.
"Finally" Harper breathed out in not even a whisper and ran back up the stairs. She placed the gun in Sam's outstretched hand and watched the door.
The banging had stopped for a few moments. Sam held her gun ready and reached for the door handle. A groaning sounded from the other side of the door and Sam's hand retreated.
Harper took a step back when Sam reached for the door again.
"W-We should just go" she said to Sam.
Sam shook her head and opened the door. What they saw looked akin to a murder scene. Blood was splattered all over the sink and across the walls. There were red handprints from what had become of Brook grabbing on to various surfaces in attempts to get up. Brook was lying in the bathtub, her limbs were sprawled in various ways. Her bloodshot eyes shifted and landed on Sam. She opened her mouth and growled, much like the old lady had.
Harper took another step back and prepared to run while Sam shakily pointed her pistol at Brook. The monster that was once Brook flailed her arms around until a hand latched on to the rim of the tub. She pushed herself into a wobbly standing position as blood dripped in a steady stream from her mouth and onto her already blood stained shirt.
Harper made a mad dash for her bag as soon as 'Brook' dived forward. Sam shot the creature in the chest, causing a loud bang, but it kept trying to attack. Brook continued to shuffle forward and grab at Sam.
Harper heard another bang and a thump. She put her bag down and sighed at the sound of Oliver's muffled crying. Sam appeared at the top of the stairs and collapsed onto the floor, her gun slipping out of her limp hand.
"Get Oliver, we are leaving" Sam murmured.
Harper nodded and rubbed sweat off of her forehead with her hand. She stumbled a bit on her way up the stairs and went straight past Sam, as well as Brook's body. Oliver's cries sounded clearer when Harper opened the door to his room.
"Sorry to break it to you kiddo, but I think the lady Sam just killed was your aunt" Harper said when she picked up Oliver. She cooed to him a bit and he calmed down.
Oliver rested his heavy head on Harper and closed his eyes again. Harper carried him out of the room and past a dead Brook. Sam had already moved from her spot on the floor and was packing up their bags. A bag with yellow duck designs on it was among those bags.
"How are we gonna carry this stuff?" Harper said.
"I don't know"
"Well maybe you should figure something out"
"Why don't you go look around for something"
"I am holding Oliver"
"Give him to me and go look then"
Harper handed Oliver to Sam and wandered off. She searched through various rooms and closets, finding nothing of use. It was only when she got the bright idea to go outside that she found something. What Harper found was a plastic kiddie wagon. It was not exactly perfect, but it would do.
Harper rolled the large toy into the house and over to Sam. They put their bags in it and left the brown house, despite the fact that it was very early in the morning and the sun had not even risen.