There is no better time to take a shower than in the middle of the day. In the morning she gets all the housework and the yard work done, then she prepares lunch, then she showers just in time to go out and enjoy herself. She'll come home just in time for her husband to arrive, and they'll have a grand ol' time together. This is her routine everyday. It's wonderful. She was living her dream.
It was a clear, warm day. The sun was shinning through the small window nestled up against the bathroom ceiling. She didn't need to keep the light on, it would be a waste of electricity. Yoko turned on the faucet, letting the hot water spray over her body. She closed her eyes, letting herself relax as she reflected on all she had in story for the day. She was going to buy some flowers from that shop the Yamanaka's owned. Her husband loved having flowers in the house.
Her ears perked. She heard a sound just now. But she had to have imagined it. She was the only one home. They were going to buy a cat, but as of now they had no pets.
There it was again. Footsteps. And not a steady kind- the rhythm was off. The person had a limp. 'What kind of person breaks into a house if they're injured?' Yoko wondered. She wasn't a screamer and she liked to think that she was brave. She also liked to think that she was imagining the whole thing…because truth be told, limp or no limp, she was terrified out of her mind. Someone was in her house without her foreknowledge- that was never a good thing.
A loud thump sounded through the wall behind her. She yelped, jumping back away from the faucet. Her bravery sunk within her. How could she ever think she could be brave? She was just a housewife, after all. Her eyes grew wide as the thudding of the limping intruder continued on the wall across from her…and then dragged across it closing the distance between itself and the door.
Her eyes grew wide, her muscles tensed and paralyzed her, leaving her motionless in the far corner of her shower. Naked and vulnerable.
She regained her senses a moment too late. Just as the door open she had begun to move. But then she laid eyes on her intruder and became re-paralyzed all over again.
His eyes were not the first thing she noticed. It was his skin. Yellow and red...covered in blood. His lips looked as if they'd been violently ripped from his face. A chunk was missing from his shoulder.
He groaned.
Yoko let out a scream.
He leapt toward her, slamming into the glass pane that separated them. In the same moment Yoko found herself flat against the shower wall as the deformed man clawed at the glass, nasty sounds emanating from his throat. He slammed his body up against the glass, over and over and over. The glass began to crack. So was his body. Blood stained the pane.
Yoko whimpered. Tears gushed out of her eyes, mixing with the shower water. With every collision the monstrosity made, she heard herself let out a scream. As hysteria took over she screamed as loud as she could, "SOMEBODY HELP ME, PLEASE! YOSHIO!" she prayed for her husband to save her.
The man became more active with her cry to help. He too raised the sounds of his hunger and raged all the more. With one final ram into the cheap shower glass, it shattered. Glass slashed Yoko's skin. She screamed. The last thing she comprehended was the yellow and black lifeless eyes of her intruder before he latched onto her shoulders and aimed his teeth to her neck, tearing into her skin.
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Thank you, Zin, for your wonderful comments. They're certainly encouraging:)