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  • You blink. Your arms and legs sprawl across the bed as you stretch. That was a good nap. You sit up and look out the window. To your surprise, it is night. Your alarm clock displays 11:38. You take a breath and look around. Something isn’t right, aside from the strange time to wake up. You put on your sneakers and decide to walk to the living room to grab your coat. You decide: I’m going for a walk. Grabbing the doorknob, you get shivers. It is colder than normal. The knob turns far too easily, as if it wants you to leave.

    Entering the living room makes you want to run back to your bedroom. You quickly walk to the small table and grab your pocket knife. Just in case. Walking towards the door, you hear a creak. You freeze. There is a groan. Your eyes widen and you start to panic. Someone is in the room with you. *If I run to the phone to call the police, will they attack me?* Sweating and trembling, you tiptoe to the phone, walking sideways along the wall. Something in the corner of the room behind the couch moves. You freeze. Turning your head, you see something grey-greenish sticking out above the cushion. It moves ever so slightly. The phone is less than ten feet away. If you try to grab it, you risk the figure attacking you, or you could make a run for the front door. You decide to risk the phone, but take out your knife. Side-stepping, the floorboard creaks. The figure jumps up and you can’t move a muscle. It stares you down with bloodshot eyes. It seems like a human, but horribly diseased. The top of it's head is bloody, and around the wounds are large patches of grey-green skin. It’s clothes are ripped and show grey-green wounds that stretch all down its legs and across its chest. It stumbles forward, slowly. It moans.

    "Friend..."

    You break from the paralysis. You back up towards the front door and fumble with the knob. It is stuck. You panic, and then decide your only choice is the impossible. To fight it.

    You run to the middle of the room so it can’t corner you. It follows you, slowly, but not as slow as you had hoped a zombie would be. You try to cut it’s arm and run immediately to the other side of the room. It cringes a little bit, but then moans.

    "Foooood..."

    You decide not to take the chance of grabbing something for your new friend in the kitchen, but instead take a deep breath and run forward. Charging with your arm stretched out, you stab it right in the eye. It falls to the ground.

    "MYRAHHHHHG…"

    You walk backwards, but then run forward one last time and stab its chest. It falls completely limp and stops moving, but slightly moans. Deciding to leave as quickly as possible, you turn to the front door, but realise it is stuck. You turn to the door to the attic. You know there is a window up there. You turn the door open, and then stop. You feel the same shock as before pass through you once more. A person dressed in a black suit and a mask is on the other side. You tighten the grip on your knife and the person runs up the stairs to the attic. You sprint after, still high off of the adrenaline from before. At the top of the stairs, you see the figure perched in the already-open window. It reaches for it’s mask. As the mask is removed you freeze in surprise once more. It is a girl. She smirks and then jumps out the window. You stand still for a minute to process. Then, panicked, you look around the room. It is empty aside from a cardboard box in the middle. You carefully kneel down and open it. There is a leather jacket with a couple pockets. You open them one by one. The left holds a revolver and ammunition. The other, a small phone. It reads 11:59. You put on the jacket and load the revolver. You walk to the window and perch on the ledge. Looking down, you realise you are several stories up. For a split second, your breath stops. Before you can decide otherwise, you feel two large, cold hands push you from behind.

    You fall.
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