Outbreak

Welcome to Hel- Er, Greece

           Sir, can you please tell this brat to stop kicking the back of my chair and to eat his boogers instead or something? Thank you. Brian turned back around in his chair and closed his eyes. Not even a second later, he felt a hard kick to the back of his chair that knocked his head forward. You little shi- The words died in his mouth when he turned around to see the child's dad sitting there and was indeed, the one kicking his chair. Is there a problem? The dude was a solid six foot five, had tattoos and a buzzcut that looked strangely intimidating, and was wearing a shirt that was too tight, probably because he was ripped. Haha No.. Nothing at all sir. Carry on. Brian turned back around and hoped the man behind him wasn't going to kick a hole through the chair and kill him Mortal Kombat style. The rest of the flight consisted of him sweating profusely out of fear and a migraine from the continual chair kicks.

           Come on sweetie, it wasn't THAT bad, was it? asked Madison. Madison was Brians wife of one day, with short brown hair, hazel eyes, and the sweetest personality. It was horrible! How can any sane man kick a chair every four seconds for NINE. HOURS. STRAIGHT?!? You're so dramatic. Lighten up for once! It's our honeymoon! Her face lit up with excitement and he couldn't help but smile. Fine. But I get to nap when we get to the house. Deal. They got into their rental car and headed to the Villa they had rented for the week. It was unnecessarily large for the two of them alone, but Madison's mother had insisted on paying for it so they can enjoy themselves before going back to being corporate slaves.

           The inside was virtually a mansion, with winding hallways, endless doors, and even a courtyard with a fountain in the center. This has got to be a dream. Everything seemed so surreal, as Brian had never had much money to spend on things he wanted. Mads, I'm going to head upstairs and take a quick nap okay? Let's leave at around seven for dinner! From somewhere in the house he heard a faint, Okay! I'm going to make a snack and watch tv until you're up! With that, he took the stairs two at a time, only to realize that he didn't even know where the master bedroom was. After about twenty minutes of searching, he had found it and thrown himself onto the bed. With a huge sigh of relief, he slowly drifted into a deep sleep.

           St...p. Som..dy help!.... Brian awoke with a jolt. He could hear the tv running downstairs still and decided to wash up before heading out. Once he was done showering and navigating his way through the maze of the house, he went to the living room. Rubbing his head, he walked in. Honey, I just had a terrifying nightmare just now that the dude on the plane actually managed to kick through the chair somehow and... you're not even here. Great. He looked around and saw no sign of her. Sighing, he turned off the tv and looked around. She always watches those damn old horror films and then leaves the tv on. Shes probably eating again.

           He heard a crash from the kitchen and assumed that she had dropped yet another plate. Pushing open the door Brian whispered, Hello..? There was glass from shattered plates and windows, and food was strewn all over the tile. Standing in the pantry was a man wearing rags covered in blood, with sickly grey skin and barely any hair left. He was barefoot while scarfing down any food he could find and making grunting noises like a starved animal. Freezing in place as to not alert the intruder, Brian scanned the room for his wife. From behind the counter, he could spot her soft brown locks on the floor and the blood drained from his face. Oh god, this can't be happening. As he was backing out of the kitchen to call the police, he stepped on a broken piece of glass with a loud crunch. The man turned around, and what Brian saw made his skin crawl. The Thing had no eyes, as if they had melted from their sockets. Its nose seemed to be falling off, or even decaying and if that weren't bad enough, some sort of black blood was continuously oozing from every orifice in its face

Then without warning, it lunged.