Chapter 2:
The only thing I could think to do was go and find someone, maybe ask them where everyone else was and what was going on. I heaved the rucksack further onto my shoulder and began my journey, trudging round the town I've spent my whole life in. There was a small back alley near my house and I decided to walk down there, after hearing a rustle by the bins that were kept down there.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" I asked, walking further down, seeing shuffling in between the old bags of litter. As I said this the movement stopped and they flinched backwards.
"No no! Don't leave! I won't hurt you, I promise." I shouted, running towards the movement in hopes of finding what or who was behind it before they ran away. The shuffling still didn't start again, but at least that meant that whoever it was wasn't moving away. I moved slowly forwards and pulled the bin bag away to show what was behind it. Crouched behind the bins with their back to the wall, staring up at me with wide eyes was a small boy. Something was slightly off about the child, my first instinct was to move back but I ignored it, instead opting to stay with the child. He seemed to have brown hair, though I could only just tell it was so full of mud, twigs and mess. The whole of his face was covered in a thick layer of mud and you could hardly see the pale skin underneath. The boy's eyes were the reason I wanted to move back. They were a chocolate brown colour, but they had a slight haze to them, like the child was crazed. He still hadn't said anything and it made me think he couldn't talk. I looked down to the child's hands, adorned with sharp claws, to see what he was clutching so tightly in them. I moved further forwards and leaned to see what he was holding, when he moved back and the object in his hands caught the sun and shone. I froze. From what I could see the object looked peculiarly like a knife.
The boy noticed I had seen it and obviously sensed my worry. He looked up into my eyes with his hazed eyes and bared his teeth, showing me how yellowed yet sharp they were, and hissed like a cat. I decided now would be a good time to move back. The child began moving forward, now holding out the knife and crawling towards me on his hands and knees at a worryingly fast pace.
I held out my hands, now running backwards as fast as I possibly could. Then I realised that me facing the child was doing no good and the only option I had left to do was to run. I turned round and began to full out sprint, racing out of the alleyway and running over the main road, heading for one of the abandoned buildings I could hide in.
I just about managed to reach the building, quickly shutting the door behind me, facing the sneering child through the glass. When it finally realised there was no way it could get through the door the kid scampered off, eventually leaving me alone again. I breathed out in relief and slid down the door, clutching the bag in arms and hugging it into my stomach to keep me calm. Ok, so whatever is happening definitely isn't natural (AN: something supernatural. Ooooh. Ok, on with the story) and I need to get to someone who knows what to do in these crazy situations. The best person I can think of is Uncle Bobby. I hadn't spoken to him for years since he had an argument with my mother but he probably still lived in the same run down house. I stood back up, slung the rucksack back over my shoulder. Slowly I turned round and looked through the window, looking for the child. No one was there. I breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door, wincing at the creaking noise it made. I quietly scampered across the road, looking into the windows of the cars and seeing if I could break into any of them. As I pulled on the door of another car I heard shuffling behind me and turned back to the alley to see the child, but he wasn't alone.
Behind him were about five adults and two other children, all with the same crazed look in their eyes and bad hygiene levels. The boy grinned with his ugly yellow teeth and moved towards me at a fast pace, his gang following behind him. I decided now was a really good time to find a car and get the hell out of here. I pulled on each of the cars shakily, hoping for them to open. Thankfully I had a bit of luck left and the second car I ran to opened easily and had the keys still in the ignition. I threw my bag into the passenger seat, jumped into the driver's seat and scrabbled with the keys. Obviously whoever owned this car had left it in a hurry, not bothering with the keys. I turned the car on, praying that it would turn on and work properly. As the snarling crowd came upon the car it burst to life and I locked the car, hearing the scratching of nails against the windows and paint. I winced at the high pitched squeaking noise and slammed my foot onto the pedal, begging the car to move properly and get me out of here. Luck still seemed to be in my favour as the car drove away, leaving the crazed towns people to run after the car and scream in frustration.
I only allowed myself to calm down and take my foot of the gas pedal when the town was far behind me. The road was completely clear so I let me attention waver and turned on my ipod, attaching it to the car and playing 'Carry on my Wayward Son' so it roared out the speakers. I sang along loudly, keeping myself calm and letting myself forget about how bad the situation actually is. From what I can remember it takes about twenty minutes to get to Bobby's house, so I did my best to get there in fifteen. There was definitely something going on and I was determined to find out what it is and find my parents. Hopefully I can at least find one person to explain to me what is happening.