Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
After looking back into the house, they were already streaming back through the door. Some heading their direction, other’s heading up the steps again. Kyle grabbed Anna’s hand and led her to her back fence.
“What if they are just waiting for us over there?” She said. The fear in her eyes made Kyle second guess himself for a moment, but then he interlocked his hands.
“It’s better than staying here.” He glanced toward the house. The first creature hit the sliding glass door. Its growl vibrated against the glass as it clawed at them. More would be coming. The glass wouldn’t hold forever.
“Come on.” He looked at her. Her eyes were sullen and her lips were pressed tight into a thin pink line. She lifted her foot into his hands and he jerked as the first pane of glass in the door shattered. He hoisted her up, his back tightened for a moment from exhaustion.
She pulled herself up and over the fence and he let out a low gasp. Standing up, he jumped against the fence and flipped himself over into the darkness below. He landed with a thud and a shock ran up his legs. That would hurt in the morning. Anna grabbed his hand, and his knuckles cracked at her grip.
“I heard something.” Her voice quivered.
He didn’t, but pulled her closer. The faint aroma of her sweat stung his eyes. He leaned into to her ear. “Can you run?”
The tickle of her hair against his cheek confirmed that she could. He gripped her hand and took off. No chance of them being cornered as he pulled her behind him. At the end of the alley, the street light shined bright against the wet pavement. Not a single sight of anyone or anything, just like he wanted.
Upon reaching the mouth of the alley, his perception changed. A chorus of screams came from a small single story house on the corner. Inside, the flickering lights of a television revealed the gruesome dismantling of a woman trying to open the window. First a chunk of her right arm disappeared into a mans mouth, and then a piece of her neck ripped out by a small girl who had leapt onto the woman’s back. Her blood smeared as she slid down out of view.
Nails cut into Kyle’s palm and he turned to Anna. About to blow, he followed her wide eyed gaze. A young kid stood on the top of a minivan. Three of the creatures were trying to get him, but he kept them at bay with a tee-ball bat.
“We have to do something.” Anna muttered and started toward the boy.
Kyle pulled her back. They hadn’t seen them yet and they could still make it to safety. “What do you want me to do?”
She turned to him, stunned into silence. Her cheeks flushed and hair stuck to her forehead. She looked lost like a child and it hurt his heart. He loved this woman, but right now she was being thick headed. He didn’t have time for this.
What should Alex do?
1.) Try to save the boy on the minivan?
2.) Lead Anna out of the street and toward safety?
3.) Let Anna try to save the boy while he escapes?
Friday, March 26, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Kyle lowered his shoulder and dove at the knees of the oncoming woman. She snarled and snapped, but his cut block took her out. She tumbled over the edge of the roof and hit the flower pot on the way down. It didn’t take her but a moment to be up again, but Kyle had new threats already climbing out of the window. Two to be exact. One was a small kid, who he recognized as a friend of Anna’s brother, the name eluded him. His face was scratched and his left eye hung out of his socket. Despite the hanging eye, the same animalistic snarl creased his lips.
The second threat fell next to the boy, a older woman, her skin tight against her bones made her look like a skeleton and when she stood up, a hunch back made her look shorter than she had been, but as the moonlight shone onto her face, he realized she was partially decomposed. Sunken eyes, missing teeth and puffs of scraggly grey hair hung across her skull. She didn’t growl and charged.
A shrill chill wanted to burst from his lungs as the woman had an aura of terror that he hadn’t felt before. His limbs seemed to tighten at the mere sight of her.
“Kyle, come on!” Anna’s voice shocked him and he took three quick steps toward the woman. His fists clenched, his heart racing, but his legs felt like a pair of chain balls were tied to them. Turning toward the edge of the roof, he swallowed the dryness in his throat, and focused on Anna. A growl behind him gave him an extra boost of adrenaline. He bolted, his legs pumping like the pistons in a V-8 engine. The end of the roof came faster than he expected and he leapt.
A sensation of weightlessness overcame him as he reached for Anna’s hand. The bracelet he gave her for her seventeenth birth glimmered in the light and he made that his target. Her eyes widened as he soared through the air. Everything seemed to slow down around him as the air whistled through his ears. No growling, no fear, just pure adrenaline, like when he would do a big jump on a dirt bike.
The next thing he knew, Anna hand him, she grunted, like… he wouldn’t say it, and then he swung out over the mass of bodies beneath him. Fingertips scratched along the bottom of his sneakers and for a moment he thought he was dropping, but then the reaching hands faded beneath him. He swung up, reached out with his free hand, gripped the branch and she let go. He slammed into the branch, heard it groan and nearly lost his grip as fear seized him.
The bark bit into his fingers, and blood flowed as the branch scratched him. A moment later he managed to come back to earth, the groans and realization hit him like a surprise dodge ball and he pulled himself onto the branch. Sweating and panting, he straddled the branch, turned to Anna who beamed. He owed her his life and would never be able to repay her enough. The first thought that ran through his head burst from his lips, “I love you.”
She answered with a shy smile. “I love you too.”
A burst of gunfire erupted down the street and they both looked at each other with surprise. Almost immediately the swarm of undead started to shuffle their way toward the new sounds.
A rumbling engine zipped down the street toward the swarm and through the leaves; Kyle saw a custom Honda with two guys with guns hanging out of the back windows. Burst of fire followed the sounds of them shooting the undead. The first few fell, but soon more came out of the shadows. They soon surrounded the cocky gangsters and from behind the driver’s window, the driver seemed to be struggling with something in the car. Then blood burst against the inside of the window and the two gangsters out of the back window poured out of the backseat directly into the oncoming swarm.
Two more shots and they went down in choking screams. Slurping and crunching followed as the thugs screams died down. It would only take the twenty creatures moments to pick them clean.
Kyle turned to Anna, but she must have read his mind as she shimmied her way down the tree toward the back yard. The creatures were temporarily distracted and he hurried after her.
They landed safely into the back yard, the sweet smell of roses filled his nose and he hugged her in the center of her parent’s flower garden. At that moment nothing could have felt better.
“We can’t stay here.” She said after a moment of silence.
“Let’s get to a place with electricity, find out what’s going on.” Kyle said and looked over the options. Darkness oozed from every corner and growls closed in from what seemed like every direction.
“Your house?” She asked. Fear must have choked her because tears filled her eyes.
He grabbed her for another embrace and whispered into her ear. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
A warm tear splashed against his arm and he kissed her cheek.
Shuffling had already turned toward the house again and they had to make a choice. Which way to go.
Which way should Kyle and Anna go?
1.) Over the fence into their neighbors yard?
2.) Over the back of Anna’ fence into the alley and the fastest way away from her house?
3.) Wait it out in the flower garden hoping that the creatures wouldn’t find them?
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
With Anna clinging to his arm, Kyle looked below him at the increasing swarm of creatures and the few crawling their way through the window. Neither option looked favorable so he turned to the tree.
“You need to make a jump for it.” Kyle said trying to pry her vice grip off of his wrist. The blood circulation couldn’t reach his fingers and they started to turn purple.
“You’re crazy. I can’t make that. No.” Anna tugged on Kyle, ripping at shoulder.
A balding man fell out of the window, a huge gash on the side of his head showed his skull underneath. The blood had dried along his cheek. Bits of flesh dangled out of his mouth as he stood up and looked at them. The low guttural growl started in his throat, and soon the dozen of undead joined in a sickening choir hum.
Anna pulled on Kyle, nearly tipping him over.
The man charged directly at Anna, his mouth agape with flesh stuck to his teeth like spinach.
Anna screamed as the man collided with her. Her death grip proved useful as the undead man tumbled off the edge of the roof, his hand grasping madly as he went down.
His hand tangled in Anna’s hair and she let out a howl which set Kyle’s ears on fire. Through the ringing in his ear, the added weight almost threw them all off the roof.
Using Anna’s long hair, the man tried snapping at her leg as he swung toward her.
With his muscles singing, and already exhausted, Kyle was losing his grip on Anna. Her terrified eyes met his for a moment and she started to loosen her hands around his wrist.
Kyle grunted, feeling something give out in his back as a muscle tore, but he managed to keep her from falling. The man hit the edge of the roof, and luckily wasn’t coordinated enough to pull himself up her hair. On his first bite, he missed her bare calf by inches, but he was swinging back toward it again.
Not sure he could manage it, but knowing that it was either this, or the man would get to sink his teeth in, Kyle kicked the man in the face as he swung toward him. The hollow crack as his shoe smashed the man’s skull in sent his stomach for a flip and the world went gray for a moment.
His hold on Anna wavered and he felt her nails clawing into him as he tried to remain conscious. Dead, now, the man released his grip on her hair and fell to the grass with a thump. The rest of the creatures didn’t care and walked over the corpse looking up like starving animals being teased with a fresh meal.
“Kyle, I’m slipping.” Anna pitched backwards, spun on her only foot left and leapt for the tree. She caught hold of the branch and it groaned in the sudden weight.
For a moment, Kyle saw her dark eyes widened with fear. The branch wasn’t going to hold. “Go. Swing over to the bigger one.”
She tried, her legs kicking wildly, but as she did the branch cracked again. He could see the whiteness of the tree as the bark broke apart at the trunk. She had one swing left in her. She used it and leaped across the gap toward the larger, sturdier branch. He watched in slow motion as her fingers wrapped around the tip of the branch for a moment, slipped a second later, but she held on, by the nails.
“Oh my God. Oh my God!” She said repeatedly while pulling herself up onto the branch. She brushed her hair out of her face and looked back at Kyle. “Are you going to be able to make this?”
Kyle looked at the distance. He knew he wasn’t an athlete, and the gap was at least ten feet over the now two dozen undead neighbors all staring at them.
A thud behind him as the growl grew louder; another one fell their way out of the window. He spun, looking back at the woman, her arm gnawed off at the elbow, and the same dead gaze locked on him. The triple chin she sported had flesh stuck to it like souvenir pins and he almost lost his dinner right there. Blood and mud caked her flower print dress. She must have been in the garden. He thought for a moment before she growled. Behind her, Anna’s brother’s room continued to fill with undead as they clamored for his flesh. He sighed and knew his answer. “I can’t make that jump.”
He could almost image her face as she pleaded with him. “Come on. You can do it. I know you can. I’ll catch you.”
Kyle loved her for her it, but knew as well as she did that he wouldn’t be able to make the jump and would more than likely be landing in the undead mosh pit that was growing beneath the tree.
The woman charged, like a rabid dog, all teeth and blood. Kyle braced himself as she approached, her footsteps echoing over the noise of the growling pit beneath him.
What should Kyle do?
1.) Tell Anna to leave without him. Save herself?
2.) Try to make the jump despite his reservations about the distance.
3.) Fight off the lady and try to look for another way down?
4.) Jump off the roof and hope that he can make it away from the mosh pit of death?
Friday, March 12, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
“What’s going on?” Anna tensed, allowing Kyle to pull her away from her brother.
“I’m not sure, but my guess is that he’s hungry.”
She almost collapsed at his words and he kept a tight hold of her so that she wouldn’t pull him down with her.
A loud crack erupted from the constant force Anna’s mother put on the door. Her growl intensified as she could see them, her meal.
Out of the corner of his eyesight, Kyle saw a picture from last years Prom flicker across Anna’s screensaver. He grabbed the laptop and shut the screen. He could only imagine the terror on Anna’s face as he drove the laptop into her brother. He had to guess where his head was, but with a satisfying crack he thought he hit a bull's eye.
“No, stop!” Anna tried to grab for the computer. She missed and Kyle slammed it against Grady again. The growling intensified as the blankets spilled onto the floor with Grady inside.
His stiff body cracked as he pulled himself up. His eyes were dead, white spheres in his head. He grinned and reached for Anna. She didn’t move and wouldn't have unless Kyle did something to stop him. He swung the laptop in a wide arc and it crashed into the top of his skull. Bits of plastic cracked off the case and he heard the computer hum for a moment before it died. Bits of skin and blood clung to the corner where he hit Grady.
Grady didn’t collapse, but instead staggered backward. Almost sizing up his sister, he stiffly stepped forward, the whites of his teeth glimmered in the faint moonlight coming from outside.
“Grady?” Anna asked and took a step toward her brother.
Not sure what she was thinking, Kyle pulled her back as he lunged for her. She screamed as he nearly took a bite out of her hand.
Grady lunged again and Anna reacted on her own this time and ducked away from him. She pulled Kyle in the way of Grady as he made another lunge, and Kyle shoved the broken computer into his face before he could bite.
Like a relentless animal, Grady gnawed at the laptop, trying to eat through it, and by the sound of his teeth breaking, he wasn’t making much progress. Feeling the weight of her brother pushing him back toward the door, he had to do something before being grabbed by her mother. The growling surrounded him, and with Anna screaming, it made it hard to think straight.
A moment later, his leg hit the bottom of the dresser against the door, but Grady kept pushing, gnawing, growling. Kyle did everything he could to keep the laptop between him and Grady, but his arms were tiring. The muscles burned and sweat sprung out along his neck. “Anna, gonna help me?”
Anna was busy shifting things away from the window so she could climb out.
“Anna!” Kyle screamed and she stopped for a moment, looked back at him and he could tell she reached a realization. The situation dawned on her and she did something he didn’t expect.
“Grady. Come and get me.” Grady turned at the sound of her shrill scream, giving Kyle some reprieve, but only for a moment. The collar on his shirt pulled against his throat, tugging him backward toward the snapping jaws of Anna’s mother on the other side of the door. Gripping the edge of the dresser, he held on for dear life as the seams in his shirt stretched, snapping.
Anna used one of her laps to keep her distance from her undead brother who stalked her, waiting for an opening. Her hair bounced on her head like a tree in a wind storm as she bounced from side to side to keep Grady at bay.
With his grip slipping because of the sweat on his hand, Kyle was running out of time. He took the laptop and tried to swing it over his head, hoping to knock her grip free. All it did was tighten her grip, cutting off his air. He rasped, his vision blurred from the tears that filled his eyes. He couldn’t get the snapping of teeth out of his head as he was pulled closer to the hole in the door.
“Anna.” He choked out, but she had her own problems. And if things couldn’t get any worse, in the distance downstairs the front door crashed inward and slow, steady footsteps came in. The collective growl of at least a dozen creatures filled the downstairs and they started their way upstairs.
Fighting through the lack of oxygen, Kyle dropped the laptop, grabbed the dresser with both hands and pulled. A pain shot through his head, but he ignored it and strained against the fabric of his shirt. Thread popped in a rhythm like a ripping paper and he was free.
He dropped to his knees, gasping, blinking back the black spots in his vision. Death was so close, and he didn’t have time to think. Grady had knocked aside the lamp and closed in on his sister. She had been backed into a corner, her eyes closed as he bent down toward her.
“Grady!” Kyle stood up, laptop back in hand and swung it like a shortened baseball bat. He must have hit a homer, because Grady’s head caved, leaving blood and grey brain tissue on the broken edge of the laptop. Grady collapsed into a lump on the ground, his arm twitched one more time.
“An—“ Kyle turned as a loud crack came from the door. More creatures pressed against the door and the top hinge snapped off. The door began to fall inward from the force. Pieces of wood showered Kyle and Anna. They were pouring inward, free from the last barrier, the door.
Without speaking, Kyle grabbed Anna and shoved her toward the window. “Get it open now.”
He turned toward the first one to enter. Her mother, a broken sneer on her lips. Her teeth glimmered with hunger.
The window squealed when Anna pulled it open, a gust of fresh air sent a shiver through Kyle, but he backed toward the chill. Her mother hunched her legs tensed, ready to strike.
Not wanting to take his eyes off her, he felt behind and didn’t find anyone. A growl and a charge, Anna’s mother came at him, mouth snapping as she did so. Kyle panicked, stumbled over the pieces of the lamp and would have missed the window except Anna grabbed him by the shoulder and guided his weight out of the opening. He tumbled head over heels, and heard Anna’s mother crash into the wall as his feet broke the glass of the window as he fell onto the porch roof below him.
A burn shot through his shoulder as he landed, glass falling around him in sharp shards. His feet hit the roof with a loud bang and he opened his eyes. Anna crouched over him, her brown eyes looking him over.
“We have to go.” She said as a decaying hand, missing two fingers, reached out for her.
Kyle reached up with his one arm that wasn’t numb and pulled her down from the grasping hand. He kissed her, her soft lips on his a warm energy surged through him.
She gasped as he rolled her over him, holding the kiss.
Back up on one knee, he looked down at his right arm and saw why it went numb, he landed on the edge of the roof with it and it was bruised badly. He had to be thankful that it wasn’t broken, but didn’t have time to worry about it, as one of the creatures came after them through the window. Picking up Anna, he raced to the edge of the roof and looked down. Three more undead neighbors were shuffling their way toward the noise. Their groans not as loud and he noticed why, their throats were just holes in their necks. It looked like they were torn from them by fingers.
“Jump?” Anna asked her eyes scanning the darkened streets.
Kyle looked over his options a tree to their left they could climb down leading into the backyard, or back behind them, the creatures were swarming after them through the window.
What should Kyle do?
1.) Jump from the roof to the ground and run away with Anna?
2.) Try to climb down the tree and escape over into the backyard?
3.) Try to fight the increasing hoard coming from the window?
Friday, March 5, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Looking around the house and with his heart still racing for his recent encounter with the woman outside, Kyle rushed upstairs. Anna wouldn’t stand a chance against one of those things. His feet clop up the steps and the nagging pain hits his legs like a Charlie horse. At the top of the steps, he brushed his hand across the light switch. Nothing, but blood oozed through his fingers. A shudder ran through him as he turned toward the sound of banging behind him.
Instinct almost got the best of him as he wanted to call out to her, but he gritted his teeth instead. A low growl filled the hall and Kyle’s heart faltered. He knew he wasn’t alone and the mere sliver of hope he had that it was someone to help him vanished.
A loud crack erupted from the direction of the growl a whimper followed it. Anna was trapped in her room. Forgetting the danger for a moment, he darted down the hall and stumbled over something in the hall halfway toward Anna’s room. Hitting the ground hard, sparkles filled his vision for a moment and he struggled getting to his feet again. A shadow passed over him, filling him with terror. He glanced at what he tripped over and found Anna’s mother, Dorothy, her face gnawed off like a large rodent tore into her.
He knew that couldn’t be right, but saw the remains of her lips twitch. Pulling himself up the railing, he slipped against the puddle of blood which had pooled around her. He remembered her taking pictures of him and Anna on Winter Formal last year. Her chubby cheeks were nothing more than shreds. He stepped toward the oncoming sound and found one of those creatures trying to push himself in through the growing crack in Anna’s door.
Watching the slightly overweight man shove his body through the jagged crack without any pause caused Kyle a bit of concern. He looked at his shaking bare hands and thought about going back down for a weapon. He couldn’t take a man that outweighed him down, especially when he didn’t feel pain. The man pulled his arm back through the crack and pieces of his flesh peeled away from the arm as he turned. No blood dropped to the ground as it congealed around the remaining flesh on his arm.
The man turned toward Kyle, his blank stare meeting Kyle’s terrified gaze. He scanned for an escape and the only option was jumping over the railing to the first floor again and he knew that wouldn’t work. He recognized the man as Anna’s father, Tim. A large chunk of his neck had been pulled free, and pieces of flesh stuck to his lips. Kyle figured it came from his wife on the floor behind him.
The now familiar guttural growl began in Tim’s remaining throat.
Feeling the fatigue race through him again, Kyle had to grab the banister to keep from succumbing. “Mr. Fredricks? It’s me Kyle. What are you doing?”
Tim’s lips lifted in a bloody snarl for a moment before he lunged toward Kyle.
Not thinking, and relying on his reaction, he lowered his stance, taking Tim’s weight onto his legs and tried his best to throw him over the railing. His chest tightened and his legs almost buckled from the weight. Tim tried to grab Kyle’s arm to bring to his snapping teeth, but Kyle used Tim’s momentum and moved.
Tim stumbled and Kyle made it past him. It only lasted a moment as Tim spun on him.
“Anna! Are you there? I’m here. Don’t worry.” Kyle said the first things that raced through his mind. In the back of his mind he didn’t expect Anna to be alive. Just look at her parents before him.
Tim came forward, slowly, like he was trying to scare Kyle into making a move and Kyle didn’t disappoint. He stepped back toward the window at the end of the hall. The moonlight cascaded across Tim’s pale, bloodied face giving him a hideous beast-like look. Before Kyle could take it all in, Tim rushed. His teeth snapping and his arms grasping.
Screaming, preparing for the worst, Kyle did all he could think of doing and tried to stop Tim. His momentum carried Tim over him as Kyle’s gave out.
With a loud crash and screech, Tim tripped over Kyle and flew out the window behind him. He collapsed to the grass below letting out a scream as he pulled himself back up.
Kyle looked out on the street and saw the large group converging on the house, thanks to Tim’s howl. Time was wasting and Kyle turned back to Anna’s room. He came here for a reason and raced to the door.
“Anna! Answer me please.” Kyle knocked on the door.
Somewhere behind the door someone moved around.
“Anna, he’s gone. I threw your down out of the window, but we have to hurry. More are coming.” Kyle shoved his shoulder against the door. Just as he impacted, he thought he saw Dorothy move again. Thinking it must have been a trick of the light, he tried the doorknob. It didn’t budge.
“Anna, come on. Don’t be dead.”
“Kyle?” Anna’s raspy voice came from behind the door. She sounded like this when she had been screaming at the high school football game a few weeks ago. She lost her voice as they won the State Finals.
“Yes. It’s me. Let me in.” Kyle looked through the bloody crack.
Beyond the door, Anna stood by her computer desk. The laptop screensaver flickered behind her. Pictures of their various dates scrolled past. She moved something out of the way.
“Thank God you made it.” She pulled open the door and nearly jumped into his arms. He would have caught her, but his body still balanced on the edge of exhaustion. Her scent made his pulse quicken and he followed her into her room. She shut the door and shoved her dresser in front of it again.
Over her shoulder, in the very faint light of the laptop, he saw her younger brother. He was lying on the bed, underneath some covers. “Is Grady okay?” Kyle asked.
Anna turned to her brother and said, “My dad bit his hand. I think he’s okay. He’s sleeping now.”
Her voice cracked and she gripped Kyle’s hand tighter. “What happened here?”
Before she could answer a hand shot through the crack in her door and tugged on Kyle’s shirt. With Anna’s help, they were able to pull it free. Anna must have recognized it immediately as the hand had a wedding ring on it.
“Mom?” She stayed behind Kyle. He could tell she was shaken up by the situation and did his best to keep her close and feeling safe.
“She must have become one of them. Maybe when your dad bit her?” Kyle said that and saw a shiver under the blanket on her bed.
“Grady? Kyle’s here to save us.” Anna said and started toward her brother.
Kyle took hold of her arm and kept her away from the stirring lump. “Anna. I don’t know if that’s still your brother.” It made sense. If this was anything like the movies, than the bites is what turns them. He just hoped that Anna wasn’t bitten. “Anna, have you been bitten?”
She shook her head, she was able to block out the growling from behind her door as she stared at the blankets shifting on her bed.
Kyle didn’t know how to comfort her at the moment; he was trying to think of what to do now that they were trapped between her undead mother and her possibly undead brother. Just as that thought ran through his head, her brother’s pale bitten, and rotten hand rose out from the blankets. A low growl followed.
Anna tensed and he felt for her. The sadness he could never console her from. This was definitely going to change their relationship. It all depends on how he handles the next situation.
What should Kyle Do?
1.) Take his chances by fighting off Dorothy and get Anna out of there before her brother sees them?
2.) Kill her brother with the laptop computer before he becomes too much of a threat?
3.) Use Anna’s window as a possible escape before her brother notices them?
4.) Hide in the closet and hope it all goes away?
5.) Leave Anna behind and wish her the best as he uses the window to escape while her family eats Anna?