Jack.

Jack was running down a hallway, the floor was stained with a mix of blood and other bodily fluids, picture frames laying shattered on the ground with family photos still inside. The small child was sobbing and gasping for air as he was chased by something most children would never have had to deal with. He looked behind him and saw Her; she was a mess of mangled flesh and entrails, and the only thing he could still recognize was the dirty, tangled mess of strawberry blond hair on the monster's head.

Jack's eyes lit up has he spotted what he was sure would be his salvation - a bedroom with a door - and he bolted to it and slammed the door shut. He sat down and tried to regain his composure. The boy was no older than six or seven, and his race car onesie was stained with dirt and mud. He looked around the room; it looked like it had belonged to a child at some point, the carpet being bright blue and the walls being covered in cartoon stickers. When his observations were interrupted by scraping at the door, Jack lost it again. He stood up and backed further away from the door, worried the monster may somehow break down the door or maybe even simply open it. He had no way of knowing how intelligent it was.

"Mommy please!" he screamed, trying to speak with the creature. "Mommy, I'm scared!" he added with a sob. Jack paused a moment, becoming hopeful when the scraping stopped that this was over. But his fear was reignited once the monster started slamming its body against the door. It may not be very fast, but this creature seemed to have some amazing strength, as a crack appeared in the door. Jack screamed, "MOMMY NO!". The boy then scrambled under the bed; the door had yet to break, but at the rate this was going it was sure to bust down eventually.

Jack was confused; one moment his mother was tenderly caring for his wounds after he had fallen while running from a swarm of - what she referred to as - zombies, and the next she was grabbing his arms uncomfortably hard and begging him to run away from her. Not long after that she was chasing him just like the monsters that had chased him before. The child was slowly coming to terms with the reality that his mother would never be the same. He had seen the situation countless times, but never with someone he had known, never someone this close. He didn't want to hurt her. He had seen other people hurt monsters like her, but he couldn't do that to his own mother.

Another bang came from the door as another crack appeared, larger this time, and Jack knew he was running out of options and time. He grabbed the nearest weapon he could find - a plastic baseball bat - and jumped up and out from under the bed, moving into the corner of the room furthest from the door. "Mommy if you come in, then I need to hit you," he said, "so please go away. Don't come in mommy, please." he added quietly. Jack knew his mother really liked when he said please, so he hoped this would make her understand the severity of their situation.

Nothing seemed to change; no magic switch went off causing the monster to stop. With one last bang the door busted open and the monster slowly, but surely, lumbered inside. Jack wondered if she even recognized him anymore, or if he was just a snack to her. He sobbed again, pressing himself against the wall while gripping the bat tightly. He was trying to make up his mind on what to do now that she was in the room. Jack continued to run out of time as she approached him. He whimpered, dropping the bat. He knew there was no use fighting her, as grownups were stronger. Jack walked up to the monster and hugged her tightly, closing his eyes. "It will be ok Mommy. I love you." he says.