Pudd mills

The morning light peeked into Josh's bedroom window. Of course, he was sharing a room with his younger brother, Benny. Josh was just home for the summer, so he was sleeping on the air matress. Josh's room was given to a random person willing to pay rent for it and so Josh has to share with Benny. It was around eleven when the twenty four year old woke up, his brother snoring a storm.
Laughing to him self, Josh slipped on some jeans and a white tank top. Stomping down the stairs, he noticed the front door was wide open, and his parents were no where to be seen.
"Mom? Brent?" Josh peeked his head out the front door, to notice the massacare going on outside. Brent was Josh's step father, because his real dad was killed in a car accident.
"What the fuck!?" He yelled, slowly walking back as his next door neighbour, Mr. Johnson ran to the door, missing a nose.

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!"

http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120414015641/silent/images/c/c0/Heather_Mason.png _Heather at the moment

Josh looked around him. HEather came out of no where. He could have sworn she was asleep. "Thats not a good idea!" He attempted to yell out towards her. "Heather!" Josh let out a deep sigh and punched the door frame, running up the stairs and into his hockey duffle bag. He did not play hockey, it just helped up cary things around with him. Unzipping the bag, he pulled out an onld machette. He slipped the strap around his shoulder, and ran back downstairs.

Slamming the front door shut behind him, Josh booked it out the front door and hid behind the family corvette. "Heather, gotta find and protect Heather." He said to himself, looking around at the masacare around him. He figured the car would be good in this situation, but he refused to go back in the house. Thats when he remembered the keyes were in the glove compartment, spare keys anyway. He took his machette out of its holster, andsmashed the window with it. He reached ino the glove compartment, and pulled out the keys and started the car up. "Heather! Get in the car!"

Vance was on his couch, in his basement. He had pulled out the bed part of his couch, because he had picked up a random girl at the bar the night before. He was not sure of her name, it was either Rain, or Zoe, but he could not remember. Opening his eyes, he looked around the basement. He had no idea why they were in the basement, but he just got laid, so he did not want to question it. Stretching, he patted the girl on the back, who was laying on her side at the moment, and sad at the edge of the bed, and took a large sip of the whisky that was left over. He noticed there were bottles scattered everywhere. They must have had one hell of a time to drink all that. He scanned around for his pants, then he noticed he was still wearing the shorts he had on. Laughing to himself, he heard a crash from up stairs. Walking up to the stairs, he took the bowie knife that was attatched to his wall (http://www.canadaknives.com/product_inf ... cts_id=292), and slowly made his way upstairs. The knife was a reminder, a reminder of why he went to jail for seven years. As he reached his main floor, he noticed the door was broken to the ground, and a younger woman, maybe in her early tewnties, who was missing half her shoulder was on her knees infront of him. "Help me, please!" She begged him. The woman broke into his house, and for he knew, she could be a robber. He raised his knife, and slit her throat. Oh the good old days, when blood would flow to the floor all because of him. If he were to tell the story, it would be to a girl, one that he was going to kill. The ironic part of that was, most of his killing days were over, besides that day. What took such a large bit out of that girls shoulder/ Was she the thing that took down his door?

Heather ran to get her duffel bag filling it with the weapons Douglas gave her and her iPod. She ran out the front door looking for a way around. She would run if she needed to but that's when she heard Josh yell at her to get in the car. With that she jumped in his vehicle and nodded in thanks.

With Heather in the car, Josh could start to think up a plan. He wanted find out what was happening but he could not risk leaving his brother behind to face off with these things along. Starting the car up, Josh placed his hand on Hethers leg beside him as if to make sure she knew he was there and he would protect her. "Are you okay? Your not hurt?" He asked shocked, yet calmly.

Heather looked at him and smiles reassuringly. "Don't worry about me. I guess this whole nightmare has just numbed me." The way she said this would leave the male with a impression that she was not talking about ol' no nose. "What about your brother?" She asks him.

Josh shrugged like he did not care one bit. "Way I see it, the pest can sleep in. Once He wakes up..." Then Josh stopped and thought about the kid for a bit. "Christ. I will be, right back." He paused half way through his sentence, before running inside. As he ran up the stairs, he did not notice the back door had been bashed open. Before he got up the stairs, Josh heard a very femanine scream. "Benny?!" Josh shouted, grasping his knife and running to the room, seeing his brothers throat being ripped out by the jaws of the old man that lived three doors down. "You mother fucker!" Josh shouted, before stabbing the man four times in the chest, then kicked him out the window. It was too late to help Benny, so Josh took the duffle bag and ran to the car again. Back in the front seat, he tossed the bag begind him and held his head in his hands, elbows resting on the wheel.

Heather looked at him and hugged him sensing his pain. "it isnt your fault."

Josh felt her embrace make contact with his body. Looking over at the young lady who hadjust hugged him, for dome reason he did not know, he ran his habd slwoly through her hair, as if to ease the pain. "I should have woken him up..."

"You cant blame yourself for this...you could not have known..." SHe assures him

Sara typed away on her laptop furiously whilst her head phones blasted out her favorite albums. Her deadline for her paper was in 4 hours and she still wasn't happy with it even after working on it all night. She had always wanted to go into medicine and yes she was only a first year student but she had to get it right. She paused and took a sip of the now cold coffee and let her mind drift. She thought about calling her parents they were away again on there what must be their fifth holiday this year, but dismissed the thought as the time difference meant shed be calling them at 3am.

She closed her eyes and sat back in her chair as the morning sun shone brightly through the windows. Suddenly her senses heightened as she paused her music and removing her headphones. She listened carefully and waited. There, that noise, someone was in the house. The sound was almost like someone dragging something across the floor. Quickly she got up from her desk and and eased her door open. The noise was back, it sounded like it was coming from downstairs. Quietly Sara tip toed across the landing to her parents room, she hastily opened her father bedside table and found his trusty handgun. Her father had once shown her how to use it in case something happened while they were away.

She drew the gun up in front of her and stepped back onto the landing. The noise was louder now, they were coming up the stairs. Slowly she edged her way to the top of the stairs and froze. A man she vaguely recognized from the neighborhood was dressed in a business suit covered in blood, his left leg all mangled unable to bear any of his weight forcing him to crawl up the steps. "STOP!" she screamed. The man did not hesitate once, his eyes were wide and his mouth was dripping with blood, aimlessly clawing his way "What the fuck?" she pulled the trigger. The shot hit him straight in the head leaving him sprawled on the stairs.

For a few moments Sara just froze there staring at the corpse trying to process what just happened. She tried to pull herself together and ran to the window. Outside was carnage, blood was everywhere and disfigured bodies lay strewn across the road. She watch as on of the seemingly dead bodies managed to haul itself up and join another corpse in feeding on what was left of a middle aged woman.

Adrenaline pumped wildly through her veins as she turned and ran to her bedroom, she grabbed her rucksack packing some essential items and grabbed two hunting knives from under her bed. She changed from her pajamas into her ripped denim shorts white t-shirt and denim jacket and made her way to the front door before running gun aimed forward into the street. The metallic smell of blood lay thick in the air as corpses all around turning their attention to her. She really didn't think this through.

Josh slammed his hands on the dash board. "I need..." HE thought about what he was going to say, then began to drive straight. "I need to get us the fuck out of here."

Vance slowly opened his door, examining the damange. "Fuckin' eh." He sighed, walking across the porch deck and down the stairs. Moving slowly towards his car that he realised he left unlocked, he watched as a man and a woman who was carrying a baby run to his car. The man opened the drivers door, the woman attemped to open the door, but four creatures got to her, then two of them broke into the cabin and began to feast on the woman. "So much for that plan." HE sighed, walking towards the road. He stepped on a half eaten dog corpse's head as it was on the ground gompletely lifless. HE noticed a bunch of the creatures walking away from him, not even noticing him. He hid behind an abandon car, and noticed they were moving towards a younger girls. This was the perfect moment to escape, but he thought enough to help her. Looking around him, he found an old baseball bat hanging out of a car window, and grasped hold of it, throwing i into the crowd. "Over here you mother fuckers!"

Shit! Shit! Shit! Sara swung the gun wildly taking aim and shooting the corpses that got too close, but it wasn't enough. There were too many, she couldn't hold them back much longer. This was it, she was going to die getting mauled by her dead neighbors not a way she wanted to die, she could end this differently.

She ceased fire and stared at the gun, just before she could turn it on herself she heard something hit the pavement as someone shouted "Over here you mother fuckers!" She span round and scanned the crowd for the source of the shouting. It wasn't hard to spot him seen as he was basically the only one without blood all over them. What the hell is he doing? Then she realized, he'd provided the distraction she needed. She sprinted and into some nearby bushes ducking out of sight. The crowd had now turned their attention to the other guy.

She ran from her hiding spot to the nearest car, damn no keys! Trying to stay out of sight she headed for the next car the keys were there, but so was the body of a large woman missing half her head. Whilst holding her gag reflex Sara tried to heave the woman from the driving seat, "Come on!" she shouted in frustration. Finally she was able to pull the woman out and shuffled in to take her place. She turned the ignition on and backed out of the drive, "sorry" she whispered as she reversed over the woman.

She span the car around and hit the gas heading for the crowd, bodies flew everywhere as she hit them blood spraying all over then windscreen. She hit the brakes throwing corpses off the bonnet and opened the passenger door for the guy who saved her ass, who she also realised was half naked 'Get in!'.

Heather would nod. "Let's go." She smiles.

((Sorry! Have not been able to get to a computer!!))

The girl had impressive skill in driving, he gave her that. Would it get them out of the situation they were in? Vance Jumped out of the way when the car skidded to a stop at him. He opened the passenger's door and jumped in, closing the door just in time before and undead son of a bitch lunged at his door. "Thank you for the ride." He smiled. "I'm sorry about my appearance, the whole attack hit me by surprise. Did not have time to get dressed."

Josh began driving straight down the street, noticing the carnage happening. "What the fuck is going on..." He said to himself, placing his hand behind Heather's head rest for balance. He did not feel very there, he wanted to wake up, but he was not so sure this was a dream..