Month Of Midnight » Places

         The black Honda pulled in through the already open gates to the farm, dirt kicking up in its wake. Immediately, Danni could tell there was something gravely wrong. The fence round the horses had been taken down by a large tree branch, allowing the majestic beasts to jump and escape to freedom. One horse, was not so lucky, her dead eyes reflecting the Honda like empty glass.

"Oh Jesse, old girl." Danni stepped out of the car, her heart sinking as she saw the bloody and mangled body of the horse she helped to name so many years ago. She didn't dare get closer, she didn't care how the horse met its end, it was gone and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Dr. B?!" Danni had to fight against her heels from sinking into the muddy dirt as she ran to the front door. "Mrs. B?!" The door was wide open, the only thing stopping her entrance was screen door. The emergency broadcast could be heard through the doorway, with the subtle hiss of static between words.

"Dr. B?" The lights were on, but beside the radio and the annoying ring on the television, it was deathly silent. Danni was suddenly aware of her heart thumping in her ears. Something told her not to go in, but where else would she go?
She entered the farm house, the screen door slamming behind her, making her jump. "Mrs. B?" Her voice was meek and wavering. She wanted so bad to hear the kind voices of Baryles. Danni continued to meekly call out there names, pleading now with the silence.

She turned the corner into the dining room, horror meeting her eyes. Every muscle in her body froze, nothing existed but the gory sight before her eyes and her mind trying to process it. The Baryles were seated at the dining room table, Mrs. Baryle's hand was still on the dial of the radio, though her body was slumped over the table. Mr Baryle sat across from her, his body leaning back in its chair lazily. It was impossible to differentiate the blood and head matter splattered around the room from each others. The walls, the ceiling, nearly everything in the room was decorated with the blood, brains and skull fragments of the lovely couple.
Danni felt the sudden rise of the snacks she devoured earlier, she vomited all over the floor. The sight of vomit and blood causing her to hurl even more. Damn-it, why couldn't the world go to hell after she got out of this fuckin' city?! The future model stilled her mind, and gathered the courage to grab the shotgun from the cold grasp of the dead doctor. A quick snatch and the weapon was hers, though the body slumped to the ground with the momentum of the pull. Danni let out a sharp gasp as she jumped back and out of the dining room, she's had enough of this scene.

The only thing left was the medical supplies, and she prayed the good Doc didn't change any of his habits in the past few years. The door to his office was locked, obviously things hadn't changed. Using the butt of her gun she destroyed the door handle and practically kicked the door open.

An abrupt heavy force knocked her to the ground, the jolt causing a round to escape from the shotgun. The blast was deafening, but the weight of the beast was unrelenting. If Danni screamed, she was unaware of it. Her eyes met that of her attackers, and she allowed her head to fall onto the wooden floor, breathing a sigh of relief. "Tiny! You asshole!" The English mastiff lapped up her face happily as Danni tried to convince herself she wasn't dead.

The 180 pound dog followed closely at her heels as she raided the Veterinarian's office for all his medical supplies, ammo and a medical book or two. Once fully stocked she returned to her vehicle, Tiny riding shotgun.

"Now what, Tiny?"