Snippet #2238340

El laid on his bed his legs propped up against his headboard, silently reading a magazine. He thumbed through the pages, occasionally licking his thumb when the pages got stuck togather.
Crash! El looked over to his closed bedroom door as he heard a loud crash that sounded like glass being dropped, from downstairs. He slowly sat up on his bed as he heard a scream also coming from downstairs. He slowly made his way to the door slighlty creeping down the stairs as he heard more screams.
He crossed his fingers hoping the screeching that could make your skin crawl came from a horror movie someone had on. He peeked his head around the corner his mouth dropping as his jaw went limp from the sight he saw.
His father lay infront of the door covered in blood his arm and legs looking as though a lion had chewed it off. The door stood wide open as if someone had opened it, and then left it open suprised at whoever the visitor was.
El slightly jumped from his perch on the bottom stair as he heard another scream, he looked over seeing his sister sprawled across the table on her stomach, human looking things covered in flesh and blood eating her as she screamed, her eye's locked with his, her usual deep brown loving eye's now held fear and pain. Her pink lips stopped from its usual scream as she croaked a quiet "go." To El.
El stood their terrified not knowing what to do. "Go." His sister croaked again, her eye's starting to cloud over with mist.
El turned his legs moving without his consent. He turned the nob on a door a few feet down the hallway from where his sister was, ending up in the garage. He ran inside the dark place quickly flicking on the light, his emotions finally catching up to him. His blood boiled with anger as he stood in the center of his garage, remembring the sight he had seen.
He dug his nails into his skin as he closed his eye's. His eye's snapped open as he heard a slight moaning. Before him stood a human looking creature,a leg missing and covered in blood.
His hand reached towards an axe near him, his anger taking full control of his body. He gripped the axe as the thing limped towards him, he swung at it hitting it and making it collapse.
El spit at the creature turning around, not knowing what to do now. El turned back around as he heard the moaning again. El look shocked as the creature rose again, making its way towards him. He pulled at the handle of his moms car and jumped in, as a last result since he had no idea how to kill the thing.
He opened the garage door and drove out. He drove down the drive way, panic driving his every motion. He heard a low moan as the car slammed into another car. A creature much like the one before slammed into the dashboard flying from the back seat. El jumped out of the car the axe still in his hand. He hit the creature two times before hearing screams from behind him. He looked around at his once peaceful neighborhood, now covered in the dead and undead, the smell of rotting flesh and choas before him. He turned back to the car expecting to see the creature to get back up like before, but it stayed motionless. A woman ran pass him, her pink dress hung limply on her. The woman stopped seeing El.
"Mrs. Lincon?" El whispered.
Mrs. Lincon ran up to him bascially falling on him as El tried to catch her.
"You got to help me Elijah, t-t-those things they bit me." She exclaimed tears falling from her eye's, making her makeup run down her face in small rivers. She held up her arm, where a human looking bite was.
El dropped her, her body hitting the ground and she began to tremble.
"Help me." She pleaded.
El backed away slowly, then turned around and began to run, nearly dodging people, or what he though were people as he ran.
He slowed as he reached a woodsy area, he turned still hearing the faint screams. He covered his ears and began to run again, not knowing where he was going.
El stopped after a while, tired and no longer running on adrenaline. He looked around him.
I'm safehe thought, for now. He climbed a tree, deciding that was the best place to be for now, and slowly fell asleep, his hand wrapped firmly around his axe.