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You know those scenes in the movies where everything goes silent, and all around you, people are screaming and dying? Well, it really is like that. Kind of.

People scream so loud, it all blurs into one long white noise. I can’t tell who is who, or what is actually happening.

I’m not really sure, but when I first saw them, I think I started screaming too. Blood stained and wounded beyond recognition, there was no mistaking the fact that these were people. People who flooded in, making us all stop, freeze. People who ran towards us, then shredded everyone up, tearing chunks and sending sprays of blood into the air.

That’s when everyone screamed. But not Elizabeth. We both leapt to our feet, and I almost crashed into her. I thought we were going to run. But she groped for my hand and I grabbed her small and icy fingers and squeezed. She just stared, so I turned and stared too, and it was too much. Too much blood. We were watching a movie.

We are in a bubble, protected by our joined hands, watching as the people around us are maimed and killed.

Then one of the… the monsters, I guess, they can’t possibly be people, one of the things looks straight at us. And I look at it, and its face twists with anger and it runs for us and it…

And I don’t know what it did then, because that was when I showed my true colours. I dived out of the creature’s range, breaking the protection bubble, and dooming the only person in the world who cared about me enough to drag me out of my candle-lit room.

I hit the ground and watched for just a moment. As Elizabeth screamed. And flailed. But the monster still got his teeth in.

Then I scurried for my life, under a table, into a corner, hoping they were human, they could not smell me, I was out of sight. Safe. Watching legs stampede past and my townspeople fall down dead.