Snippet #2319240

Heather's 'uncle' Douglas said he would be back once summer had ended. He wasn't related to her of corse. He was a cop and his job was to protect her from some unknown threat. Whatever. It had been a couple months sense her true dad died. He was murdered and Cheyrl was found holding him crying and begging him to return to her. Douglas was the cop on the scene and he was the one that brought her to the police station. The cops talked for a long while and when they came back they told her that she was now to be called Heather Manson and not Cheyrl Manson. They also said that Douglas was going to be the one taking care of her now. She was 22 and as such she was capable of handling herself. And so She argued but the deal was set and she didnt have a choice. Her and Douglas stayed in the area and over time she somewhat thought of him like a dad. About a week ago however Douglas seemed nervous he packed there things and drove them to some stupid town and left her to be handled by some hunting buddy of his named Brent. But he promised he would be back in a month. It was almost time for the month to be over. He called her the night before and assured her he was in the town. And as such he had rented out a room that belonged to a old hunting buddy of his known only to her as Brent. And it was there she lived...for now.

Heather didn't sleep much..well ever actually. She wished she could blame the youngest son of Brent for it because he snored so loudly..but that wasn't it even if he didn't snore she would not sleep. The death of her real father Harry was still to fresh on her mind. Every time she closed her eyes she saw him..slumped against the wall dead blood pouring from his stomach which was torn out of him. The images never left her. She usually stayed up playing video games or reading and listening to music. This time it was a combination of all three. She got dressed in a white and yellow tank top like shirt, green skirt skirts, a white buttoned up vest she and some rain boots. Her short blonde hair was styled in a messy way. And as always she looked worn thin and tired. She heard Josh the more attractive son yell out and something felt wrong to her...as such she had rushed downstairs just in time to see ol' no nose. Her eyes widened and then narrowed. "Hey Don't be nosey!" She yelled to get the..'things' attention. It worked he turned his head just in time for Heather to throw her switchblade at him. It spun and lodged itself into his eyeball and with that the...thing fell over dead. She walked over to the body. His skin was green...that was not normal was it? His eyes were white and he smelled like a rotting corpse...he looked like a rotting corpse. "What the hell is a rotting corpse doing in here and why was it moving!?" She asked as if the male knew but she shook her head before he could talk. "Douglas!" She shouted her eyes widening. "I have to find him!"