Snippet #1878020

My mother was on the couch asleep, her fever was high. I wish I knew what was wrong with her. Dad was out at the store, buying some milk and smokes. He had a bad cough, but he assumed he just has lung cancer. I went over to the fridge to get something to drink, and opena can of mountain due. When I look over at the couch, mom was not there any more. "Mom? Mom!" No answer. I scan around for my mom, nothing. I hear a snarling and then I look at the door, mom was trying to bust out. She was way different, she had blood and puss coming out of her mouth, and she was walking with a limp, a big one. "Mom?" I ask, and she turns around, and jumps at me. I do not know what to do! I punched her in the stomach, but that did nothing to her, she kept on me, still trying to kill me. I reach over for the knife, and stab her in the neck.
This was not good, my mom is dead, and who knows what it is like out there. I run up stairs and grab my suit case and fill it with clothes and my dads Glock 17. I assumed it was loaded and stuff it in my suit case. I have seen enough of these kind of movies to know what is happening. I dile 911, my phone line is dead. "What the hell?" I let out, then I see people in the yard, snarling, looking at me with puss coming from their mouths.