Peter nodded. “I’ll go find him some clean clothes to wear. The shirt might be a little tight since he’s so big compared to me, but it’ll have to do for now. You should help him get into the shower while I do that. Do you want me to go find the others?” “That’s probably a good idea,” I said. “Once he’s cleaned up, it should go smoothly.” Turning to Justine, I motioned to the stairs. “You remember where that bathroom is, right? Why don’t you go start a nice hot shower and I’ll be up there in a minute?” I sighed. “It’s too early to tell. He did turn and attack someone, but I’m not sure how much of it he remembers, or what kind of lasting affect it’ll have on his mind. I’m hoping he’ll be able to put it all behind him with some time and love and understanding.” “Be careful being alone with him,” Peter remarked. “I know you don’t wanna hear this, but he might be dangerous. I shouldn’t even be leaving you alone with him to go find him something to wear. The only reason I am is because it
Life is a wild journey. It's entirely up to you whether you enjoy the journey or scream. On a roller coaster, you might be high in the air one moment and then plummet to the ground the next, only to rise again. The ups might be frightening, or you can appreciate the view from there. It is up to you to determine what you will make of it. The roller coaster will not change for you; it will continue to travel up and down until you exit it. And It's the same for everyone who rides the roller coaster. It will rise and fall, rise, and fall, something like that. Some people will appreciate it, while others will not. Life, in my opinion, is a roller coaster ride. You experience highs and lows. The difference between life and a roller coaster is that you can get off if you don't like it on the roller coaster. You can rejoin if you change your mind later. But regrettably, life does not enable you to get off, u
I stepped into the elevator with four other harried workers and pressed the second-floor button. It appeared that it was not going to be my day because the elevator abruptly stopped with a jolt between the third and second floors. My companions uttered frightening sounds. In despair and worry, a forty-five-something woman with long flowing hair screamed in fear. She looked like something who had just come out straight from a daily newspaper with her modern pencil skirt and exquisite jewelry. The sparrow's paws at the corners of her eyes were the sole indication of her age. "What actually occurred?" a skinny middle-aged guy with thinning hair said from beside me. I had a strong suspicion that his name was Justine, but I wasn't certain. I just knew who he was because I sometimes saw him in the reception room. "The elevator suddenly stopped. Oh, my God," one of our coworkers stated. The only thing I noticed about the guy who replied to Justine was that he had a beer belly and was rou
"Shall we assist them?" Marina's question jarred Peter out of his stupor. He confronted her as though she'd flowered three heads. “What are you talking about? Have you really gone insane? We can't help them with anything that is going on over there." He slid into a seated position by reclining against the elevator facade, burying his head in his palms, his forearms lounging on his thighs. After a few nervous minutes, Peter groaned and lifted his head, his eyes overflowing with rage as he scowled at the three of us. Marina frowned. “What do you mean by that?” "Now wait for a second," Daniel interjected. "Die?" I asked, effectively cutting Daniel off. It seemed like horrible things were going on, however it appeared exaggerated. Are people really dying? "Yeah, drop dead. Those screams aren't generated by people who are watching a scary movie. Something else is occurring, and individuals are dying. That noise out there is complete annihilation," Peter said harshly. At the time
I was drained, mentally, physically, and emotionally, but I was volunteered to go first for some reason. My hands landed in the puddle of blood when Justine, Peter, and Daniel hauled me up. They continued to push, causing my hands to fall forward. My body collapsed to the floor as my knees crossed the boundary. I was drenched in blood. As the coppery odor touched my nose, I could feel it seeping into my garments. As I forced myself up onto my hands and knees, I had to fight the want to gag. I took in what was around me. To my right was a painted wall, and to my left was a terrifying red trail that continued for a few feet before veering off in the direction of the offices. I turned around and extended my hand to assist in pulling Marina out next. She hesitantly looked at me. "I... I can manage on my own." "Sui
It was a lovely September day. The surrounding was quiet as usual and the chirping of birds could be the only sound you'll hear. The sky was clear and blue, with not a cloud in sight. The leaves had begun to turn crimson and yellow, painting the world in the rich colors that Amsterdam was famed for.The summer grass was still green, but a few leaves had fallen, and a guy with one arm was approaching my vehicle window. For some reason, his other left arm was missing. I looked outside my window to inspect his situation, and just like how I saw Josefa, I noticed that he was very similar to her. Only that his eyes were quite... pale yellow.I exclaimed. What the hell on earth was really happening?My brief relief exploded and deflated, leaving disappointment in its wake. When I was still in that building before, I thought that whatever was happening was only limited to our office. But now that I've seen it, it dawned on me that it wasn't the case. While it had occurred to me that what was
Justine pulled over as soon as we crossed the border. Peter gave us each a sidelong glance before turning to face the outside realm. When Peter spoke, the three of us had been inside the vehicle for quite some time."Fuck it. We need to get moving," he remarked as he grabbed something from the passenger seat behind me.To be honest, cowardice was eating me alive. I don't want to leave the security of being in the car. I was nervous, worrying about the possibility of being devoured or what would happen if I went outdoors. I cast a peek down the quiet neighborhood, looking for signals of danger or threats; I don't want to do this. But, at the same time, I know I have to get moving. That I need to take an action.The street was deafeningly quiet, and just gazing at it made you perceive the unsettling vibes and erythematous sensation of being outside, struggling against those flesh-eating creatures.I wasn't sure if the road being quiet and silent was a positive thing or a terrible one, bu
With the passage of time, the beautiful light blue sky has begun to darken. The sun had already set, and the breeze of the air had begun to turn much cooler in comparison to how humid it had been before. The sounds of chattering birds, the cicadas, and the distinct birching of each leaf from its trees have all faded away. And the only thing we could hear was the noise from our automobile. My brow scrunched as I spotted the identical path we'd taken earlier. When I knew I was correct, I tried to look out the window for a clear indication. We’re going back to Old Chatham. In the deep shadows of the trees, I halted and diverted my gaze, inspecting the route we were heading to. Despite the darkness, my 20/20 eyesight allows me to see every patch of grass and sinkhole as if it were midday. The road was deserted save for a few abandoned vehicles and buildings and three rotten in the distance, which was to be anticipated. Of cour