Her bare feet moved across the grainy feeling carpet of her living room. She was following the sound of crunching, like bones breaking. A small voice in her head was telling her to turn around and run right back up into her room, but another voice, a much stronger one, told her to continue towards her kitchen to find out what that crunching sound is.
Cautiously, Aimee finally made her way to the kitchen, and once there, she gasped before quickly turning off her flashlight, setting it gently onto the counter. Two large canines that looked almost exactly like the other dog Aimee had seen earlier were chewing at what looked like her own father. She felt dizzy, as if the room was spinning. This couldn't be happening! Her father was the only family she had left, her mother having died about six years before, and now he was being torn into bits by two dogs!
Aimee knew she would be easily overpowered by the two dogs, if not just one. But she couldn't let them continue living if they'd have the nerve to eat her father. She slowly and quietly crept her way around the dogs, making her way towards one of the kitchen drawers. She opened it slightly and reached her hand in. She was expecting to pull out a sharp steak knife, a weapon to attack the dogs with, but what she pulled out was a lot better.
Her hand clasped around the large, cold handle and she pulled it from the drawer before looking down at it. She'd gotten a small butterfly knife; but how did it get in the drawer?
Aimee didn't think twice about getting the knife before she flicked it open and ran towards the two dogs. The second both of the dogs noticed her there, she stabbed the dog closest to her in the neck, letting out a large grunt. She twisted the knife and put her bare foot on the canine's stomach before twisting the knife and then kicking the dog down. The dog twitched for a short second before it lay dead. Aimee turned just in time to catch the other dog drop a piece of muscle from its mouth and lunge at the poor girl.
Aimee held her arm out, the knife pointed right at the dog. Right as the dog reached her, the knife ran along its stomach and cut it open, blood splattering everywhere. The dog managed to paw at Aimee's face, two of its nails clawing into her cheek and pulling at the skin. She let out a cry before the dog fell on top of her. Aimee stumbled back before landing on the floor, the now dead dog on top of her.
Aimee pushed the dog off of her before shifting her body and looking at her father. Tears filled her eyes before she wrapped her arms around the dead body. "Daddy." She sobbed before resting her head against his chest. With tears still streaming from her eyes, she looked up, her head never leaving her father's chest. The house had turned into a mess, and it was apparent that he had put up a fight against the two dogs, but he was no match. Blood was splattered onto all of the walls and the kitchen table had been pushed over.
After a few moments, Aimee moved from her father, standing up. "I swear, dad, that I will avenged your life. I will kill whoever did this to you."
