Don't Let Them Get You.

Chapter Four: The End of the World

The beeping of my alarm clock rung through my ears, and I slowly opened my eyes. I reached over and hit the top of the clock, silencing the alarm. I breathed in the heavy air. Breathe out.. scratching noises coming from my mom's bedroom could be heard.

It was 6:45 in the morning.. Why was my mom even awake? She usually slept in late after one of her drinking bouts. 

I got up out of my bed and slowly walked into the hallway, trying to be as graceful as a ballerina, and I put my ear up to my mother's door. I heard her grunting, and slowly scratch at the door after every grunt.. She sounded like a dying animal trying to escape.

I put my hand on the door handle, and turned it, pulling the door open and stepping back. My mom's shirt was hanging off of her, her neck was ripped open and was also hanging off of her.. Her eyes were yellow and vacant, and bloodshot. She barred her teeth and growled at me.

I took a step back and was against the wall. She stepped forward and I ran into my room. In a panic, I looked all around and saw the hammer on the floor, right as my mother shuffled through my doorway with her bloody hands outstretched. I snatched the hammer off of the floor and turned it so that the sharp end was facing her. She was a foot away, and I held the hammer into the air, then swung it down onto the top of her head. She fell to her knees and I wiggled the hammer free, out of her skull and skin. She grabbed at my legs, and I brought the hammer back down, wedging deeper into her head. She keeled over onto the ground, dead. Really dead this time.

I dropped the hammer and felt vomit rise in my throat. My mother's throat- or lack there of- bled onto my bare feet. The ringing silence in my head dissipated as the sound of dragging footsteps were coming down the hallway. I picked the hammer back up and stepped over my mom's body. Blood clung to my arms, berry red in a sea of pale white.

Not even thinking, I ran out into the hallway with the hammer held above my head, and brought it into the side top a bald man's skull. He fell to the ground with one blow. I pulled the hammer out of his bone, a slurping sound came with it. I ran out into the living room. The front door was wide open, and I shut it and bolted it.

I scrambled over to the phone and shakily dialed Marley's number. She answered on the first ring.

"Where are you!?" I cried into the speaker.

"I just pulled into the garage, hurry up."

I hung up and hurried out to the garage, where Marley was sitting in her car. A man with a large chunk taken out of his arm was clawing at her car window.

I ran up behind him and numbly smashed the hammer into his neck. He slumped over and blood spurted out of his wound. A fountain of blood sprayed over me.