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The Mass disturbances had spread to the nicer parts of town. Police were spread thin throughout the city, and were sending in reports of people possessed- four or five officers had reported receiving bites to the arms and legs. Two officers were unaccounted for. 2 members of the missing fire crew had been spotted, covered in blood, shuffling down a side road.
People had started to run. Run everywhere. Run to their cars, run down the highway, run back inside whatever buildings they came from. Reports came in on the news of mass hysteria throughout the city- nobody knew what to make of it. Similar reports had come in from other areas.
The Boy had finally gone to bed. He lay snoring, a set of headphones in his ears- music seemed to help him sleep. His door was locked, as usual. He didn’t like people barging in on him, his quiet time. He was a solitary person.
Across the hallway, his sister started screaming, quickly waking up the rest of his family. His Father rushed into the room his sister was in, stopping dead at the sight of his daughter, aged 13, mauling at the neck of his other daughter, a mere 11. That moment of hesitation was what allowed the third unnoticed person, his four year old son, to latch on to the father’s midriff. In the next room down, his mother started to scream.
Five minutes later, his mothers screams had stopped. If you were in the house, the only thing you would hear would have been the low, anguished moan of the dead. And muffled thumps on a door, a door that was locked from the inside.
It was 2:30 a.m. and the lower part of the city had been completely overrun.
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You are on Part 2.
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The Mass disturbances had spread to the nicer parts of town. Police were spread thin throughout the city, and were sending in reports of people possessed- four or five officers had reported receiving bites to the arms and legs. Two officers were unaccounted for. 2 members of the missing fire crew had been spotted, covered in blood, shuffling down a side road.
People had started to run. Run everywhere. Run to their cars, run down the highway, run back inside whatever buildings they came from. Reports came in on the news of mass hysteria throughout the city- nobody knew what to make of it. Similar reports had come in from other areas.
The Boy had finally gone to bed. He lay snoring, a set of headphones in his ears- music seemed to help him sleep. His door was locked, as usual. He didn’t like people barging in on him, his quiet time. He was a solitary person.
Across the hallway, his sister started screaming, quickly waking up the rest of his family. His Father rushed into the room his sister was in, stopping dead at the sight of his daughter, aged 13, mauling at the neck of his other daughter, a mere 11. That moment of hesitation was what allowed the third unnoticed person, his four year old son, to latch on to the father’s midriff. In the next room down, his mother started to scream.
Five minutes later, his mothers screams had stopped. If you were in the house, the only thing you would hear would have been the low, anguished moan of the dead. And muffled thumps on a door, a door that was locked from the inside.
It was 2:30 a.m. and the lower part of the city had been completely overrun.
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