At this point in time, it has become painfully apparent and in some cases deathly apparent, that these marauding creatures aren't just something you see on the six o'clock news, go to bed that night and wake up the next day and everything's cool and back to normal.
No, no. These things are here to stay, leaving the numerous people still left alive to deal with that particular fact, and deal with the creatures themselves, trying as hard as they can to not become one.
These people were specifically, seven teens in some house smack in the middle of a pretty heavily populated suburb.
"What I really wanna know is who the fuck was shootin' at 'em", Chad said, asking an urgent question to which he already knew he would receive no answer. He doubted that anyone else here knew who actually drew the creatures off and maybe got themselves killed and brought back in the process.
"I don't know. I don't think anyone knows.", Molly answered calmly, trying to calm Chad down.
"I know you don't know. Hell, who the fuck knows what the fuck is really going on anymore? It coulda been fuckin' Santa Claus out there gunnin' the fuckers down for all we know.", Chad muttered giving a small sigh, kind of frustrated that he was once again left to babysit the four girls while Mike and Nick checked the house over to make sure it was safe, though they had already done that when the group had first arrived. Nick was ever the paranoid perfectionist when it came to these sorts of things, and when he was finished checking over everything and making sure this house was shut tight, Houdini himself wouldn't be able to get in.
But Chad knew Nick still wouldn't sleep tonight.
Meanwhile, the five teens where clustered in the very room Ashley herself sat in alone only fifteen minutes prior. It was still dark, however. Nick had made it perfectly clear that no lights were to be turned on.
"So what're we gonna do now?" Tracy asked, taking advantage of the momentary pause in conversation to try to get some sort of plan of action. As any person would, she wanted to know exactly what was going on.
"Whatever Nick tells us to do, I guess. I've got no reason to do otherwise, and neither do any of you. We're all still here, right?", Chad said making a very simple point, and backing his best friend up at the same time.
"That's true," Tracy conceded, with a shrug.
"Fuckin' A.," Chad said, staring off into space.
"You alright?" Tracy asked turning to Ashley, who jumped slightly at being addressed.
She gave a weak smile, "Yeah, I'm okay. You?"
Tracy returned her best friend's half-hearted grin, "I'm okay, thanks."
Ali sat quietly as far removed from the group as possible.
"Well, I dunno 'bout all of you, but this day has been mediocre at best," Chad said smiling, trying to keep the mood as light as possible, as was his strong point.
As for being completely comfortable and at ease, well, this group was still a long way from it.
There was yet another lengthy pause in conversation, and Chad was about to say something that he thought was pretty witty when he was suddenly interrupted before he could even say a word by Nick and Mike who returned to the room so abruptly that Chad noted that Ashley and Tracy jumped slightly.
"Alright, we're doin' pretty good, but everyone needs to look around for any way we can close of the doors and windows we haven't already," Nick informed the five teens who weren't present during the first couple of checks to see just how safe this place was.
"What's goin' on outside?", Chad asked, straight to the point, a look of that mixed concern and curiosity plastered on his face.
"Dunno.", Nick said, simply, moving to sit down on an unoccupied single couch, as Mike leaned against the far wall, checking his shotgun over to make sure it hadn't been jarred or damaged in any way.
"But neither Mike nor myself have seen any of the things for the last few minutes. Im starting to wonder if whoever's out there only attacked them to draw them off of us," Nick said, deep in thought.
"I dunno, maybe they were just shootin' at 'em for the fuck of it.", Mike muttered, glancing up from his 870.
Nick gave a nod, as everyone else in the room had their eyes trained on him, "Maybe," he said, "But either way, we stay here for a bit, and hope this doesn't get more fucked up then it already is."
He took a breath, "And now that we have Molly, you can all take this time to rethink your decision of putting me in charge."
"I swear to fucking God, I will fucking shoot you if you bring this up again.", Chad said, a look of pure disbelief flashing in his eyes.
"So I take that as none of you have an issue," Nick said, looking each of the group over quickly, taking a quick breath, "You all sure? Are there any objections?"
Chad glared, and slowly began raising the M1 carbine to feign pointing it at his best friend before he stopped and gave a laugh, "Dude, seriously, shut the fuck up."
Nick nodded, "Alright, then. I want everyone to look around and find every single bit of furniture that won't do us any good. This is what we're gonna use to start turning this place into a fortress," Nick turned to Chad, "We are gonna go out to the garage, and see what's out there. We're gonna need a couple of big garbage buckets or something to clean the kitchen with."
This idea sunk into Chad's mind fairly quickly, "Oh, you gotta be fuckin' kidding..."
Nick shook his head, "'Fraid not. If we don't do it now, it'll be more fucked up later. We don't know how long we're gonna be here."
"Fuck, man. You're gonna need a snow shovel or something for that shit," Mike spoke up, with a grimace at the thought of having to clean that kitchen out.
"Yeah, or something. We'll also find out what kind of cars these people drive.", Nick paused, then quickly stood up bringing his M4 to a ready position, "Alright, let's go. Mike, lead the girls with this furniture fiasco. I trust your judgment. Use anything that wieghs more then five pounds that we don't need, and seal this place off."
"You got it.", Mike said, nodding firmly as he snapped to attention.
"Oh, and everyone but Chad.", Nick said, getting everyone's attention once more "No one goes near the kitchen for awhile, alright?"
"Right.", Mike confirmed, figuring that to be possibly the best idea for this situation.
All four girls had remained quiet the whole time just listening as they usually did. I'll have to work on that, Nick though as he again turned to Chad, and gave a stiff nod in the general direction of the garage, "Let's move."
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Nick slowly opened the door to the kitchen, knowing that the four girls weren't anywhere near here. Mike, on the other hand would probably be alright, but the girls... Nick really didn't want them to see this. Not right now.
In fact, Chad hadn't had a very good look either, come to think of it.
"Alright, man, a warning, this is fucked up.", Nick said.
Just open the fucking door.", Chad said not wanting to bullshit around.
And open the door Nick did, slowly, with a somewhat dramatic effect, at that.
"Oh, fuck...", Chad said, taking a good look.
Not much had moved since Mike had been here not so long ago, but if anything it had gotten redder, as the blood had maneged to flow from the two bodies enough to basically cover most of the room.
What was once Ashley's uncle whatever-his-name-was, was in several, no, multiple pieces around this room. What vaguely resembled a liver, both lungs, one in three or more pieces, and about twenty-five feet of varying intestine, was littered over a seven or eight foot radius. additionally, is legs appeared to be about nine inches from his torso, and one of his arms was a good four feet away.
What was once Ashley's aunt, had suffered the more horrific fate of being the one to do this damage to the person she was supposed to love. Not that she really had a choice, or was even here anymore. Either way, it was still somewhat tragic. She was in one piece, but her face was not, having been hit square on by a point blank twelve guage, complements of Mike.
There was a lengthy pause as both boys surveyed the area.
"Just for the record, this is the most fucked up, insane, disgusting thing I've ever had to deal with.", Chad said, grimly."
"Noted.", Nick replied, not looking like he thought this was gonna be much fun either.
"Okay, then. Now that we know what we're up against let's go to the garage and find some weapons that match this particular scenario.", Chad muttered, "We're gonna need a shitload of pine sol."