Michonne's Story [The Walking Dead prequel]

Good Morning

I wake up to my son crying: he doesn't normally cry in the mornings. "Dan, would you mind checking on him?" I ask, groggily. No reply. Heavy with fatigue, I roll over to the other side of the bed, sheets crinkling. "Dan?" this time I gently nudge him, or what I thought was him. Suddenly alert, I get up out of bed and lift the duvet up to reveal... absolutely nothing. Where is he?

Before I go downstairs, I go into André's room to get him: I had a funny feeling about this- a burglary? But it's 8 o'clock in the morning. "André, sweetie, are you ok?"
He stops crying, and gingerly reaches his arm out for me. "Mama!" he sniffles. Lifting him up, I walk down the stairs, holding him close.

Silence

It's as if I can hear the silence.

ahgaghhhgaggaghagghhhh

I walk into the kitchen to get a knife. Just. In. Case.

hhhhahahhgggggghhhhhagggaah

Crimson, oozing liquid in a pool on the floor. A trail of drops, leading to the living room.