Four of the things had burst through the unlocked door. Left open by one, simple mistake he’d like to think. Yet who could forget to lock the door at a time like this? Jennifer and Michelle ran back up the stairs, skipping every other step with two of the attackers chasing after them. Nancy, Tim and the man they had just rescued, John were trying to keep the kitchen door closed and prevent anything else from coming in. Quinn was being stalked by the other two. Salivating and rabid, they slowly made their way closer to him. Fear kept him from running, courage kept him from calling out to his friends. Surely they would try to rescue him but they would also surely die if they did. He thought about it; if he kept these two distracted then the others could take them out easy.
They’d be easier to kill if they were too busy eating, he thought.
He knew what he had to do. He stepped back ever so slightly, not wanting to trip and give them an easy meal. From outside he could hear the howls. More of the things were gathering. They had sensed that there was food inside one of the houses. His three companions fought them off, attacking the flailing arms and savage teeth trying to get through. His thoughts then drifted upwards, to the action upstairs. He couldn’t hear much; his heartbeat seemed so loud at that moment. He thought of Jennifer. Was she okay?
Please God let her be --- One of things lunged at him!
He dodged with a quick side-step to the left and the thing hit the wall. It did not get back up. He had evaded the first one, a lucky break, but the momentary distraction of having realized he did allowed the second one to tackle him.
The mouth! The mouth,he thought. Can’t let him bite me!
He struggled with the full-grown adult, trying to overpower him to no avail. His attacker had gotten the upper hand. Slowly, it brought its head down. Blood or saliva, Quinn couldn’t tell, trickled down onto his neck. Any moment now... and as his putrid, revolting breath filled his nostrils, he remembered the screams. The screams that he wished he had never heard. The screams that chased him as he ran, ran for dear life. He also remembers from whom the screams originated from. He remembers them pleading. He remembers them begging and sobbing. He remembers them crying. What he most remembers though, is when they stopped.
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