The door slammed against the cabinet as it opened. Kiran screamed at Danny, “what was that about?” His dad’s anger came at him like a knife in the heart. Danny felt horrid about what he did, he never expected his dad to treat him this way, especially after saving him.

Kiran held Elizbeth in his arms, carrying her to the couch, and he started wondering whether she would survive this. The panic raised his anger, and he aimed it at Danny like a stray bullet. “How could you do what you did, it was deplorable! Do you have a soul?”

The question hit Danny in the stomach, he wondered if the nightmare had desensitised him to the violence, carnage and death. He couldn’t process how he felt about killing his own mother, the thought of not caring sent him to his room.

“Where do you think you’re going, boy? Get back here right now!” Kiran had the urge to chase Danny, until he heard her grown. He seen the poison festering on the wound. He quickly acted and began to remove the poison. He used his hand, gently removing the coats of poison.

Danny rushed upstairs. He couldn’t feel anything but nothing. The thought of killing his mum didn’t feel like it should of. He would have killed himself in another time, he thought. Danny wanted to feel something for his mum, he needed to feel it, it would make him feel normal in this unnormal time. He felt like a monster, a monster that killed, killed without feeling. He felt like he was turning into what his mother is, a ghastly killing machine, that killed subconsciously.

Instantly his thoughts were stopped by a bang, followed up by his dad screaming, “Danny, get down here now!” Danny heard the concern in his voice and realised he wasn’t bluffing. “Please, son. Get down here!”

Kiran prayed to the lord, unironically, and pleaded the family’s case. He prayed that his wife wouldn’t die. The sweat dripped down his forehead. As he removed the poison from her wound, the sweat started to drip into her gash. He moved his head away from the wound, panicking that it would infect it more, if that was possible.

Suddenly, a shock struck his brain, causing the room to spin. He felt unsteady as he tried to regain his composure. But his head continued to spin, while seeing two of everything. He fell to his knees, his hands on the floor, and struggling to breathe. He felt death coming. He felt his family’s death. He felt the world’s death. Then visons came to him as he screamed for his son.

Danny rushed into the living room, seeing his dad sprawled out on the floor. Kiran violently shook his body. Danny could tell what was going on.

Danny couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen what was about to happen. The grey skin that had been there for ages. His eyes had changed ages ago. “How did I not notice?” He thought that he might have been delusional to that fact.

His dad wriggled like a worm, life was over for him, he thought. Danny would never survive without his parents. The family’s lives were coming to a closure and Danny knew it, with all his heart, he knew it. He looked in his father’s eyes, his soul was gone, he thought. Nothing left.

All of a sudden, his dad stopped moving, and laid there still as a lake on a summer’s day. Danny moved in closer, held his dad’s hand, and wished for his safety. He wouldn’t move from them both, he couldn’t. The weight off his problems increased as he sat there, thinking in despair. Everything felt different, he thought differently, he worked his problems out differently, his cowardliness felt different; nothing was the same. As he thought about everything, his eyes became lethargic, and his body felt the consequences of being in this nightmare.

He opened his eyes, feeling like he had been asleep for hours, he felt no comfort as he lifted his head off his dad’s chest. His eyes felt heavy, as he struggled to keep them open, he wiped the sleep from his eyes and hoped it would freashen them.

He pushed himself up, while struggling to balance himself. He felt an overwhelming sadness as his eyes laid on his parents. He had to take his sight somewhere else.

He walked towards the kitchen, opened the back door and walked out into the garden. The suffering he felt was like no other he had felt before. He thought, before the loss of his mum, he felt like the situation was surreal, like it wasn’t real. But he could feel the gravity of his loss now, he felt an entirely different person, like it had changed him. He felt like it changed him for a reason, almost like everything he had gone through had changed him, so he could deal with the nightmare.

He stared at the floor while he pondered. A black shadow, suddenly, came over him. Danny panicked and tried to turn his head, but a massive fist hit the top of his skull.

Arthur rode, knowing his life depended on it. He hoped the noise wouldn’t bring attention, though he doubted it wouldn’t. The wind blew in his face, he thanked for having protection. The mist complimented the red sky like pen with paper. Although, Arthur hoped he’d be out of the mist soon.

Then, Arthur realised just how long he had been driving for, he thought it would be hell getting back to the family, Arthur started to doubt his survival. The wind smacked against his head, which made him more nervous, he couldn’t face failure, even if it meant riding into his death. The long journey was not helping his mindset, the more he thought, the more the doubt crept in.

He made for an exit, knowing the hospital wouldn’t be far away. The mist was dying down as he went down a long road, that was surrounded by houses. He thought it would be safer if he went on foot, so without a second thought he hid the motorbike, and prepared to go to the hospital.

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Arthur walked through the back alley that led to the hospital. He regretted not using the motorbike, just so he could make the journey faster, the consequence did not bother him. The wind pushed itself inside his metal helmet, as he began to jog, with his tiredness running throughout his body. Even his equipment started to weigh him down, which brought him memories, great and bad memories.

The complaining in his head shortened the time, he could now see the hospital and he couldn’t believe his eyes. He climbed over the fence, which was the only thing in his way, and did it without thought. The streets felt safe as he crossed the road without concern.

He opened the door, with a feeling of being free and completed. He entered, seeing blood stains on the floor, leading multiple ways. The ceiling had an infinite amount of blood that covered it, the red roar blood dripped onto the bloody floor, Arthur struggled to walk on it, not wanting to touch the walls. He thought about the hellish control room and how it had prepared him for this nightmare of a hospital. He walked across the sea of blood, thinking about how many victims it would of took to make so much blood. The hate came out of him. He wanted revenge. And wanted it no matter what. But he remembered the Ambrose family.

He looked back, looking at the massive window, thinking how creepy the mist looked. It covered everything. He could no longer see the fence from which he came, his option to leave felt impossible, the mist was too thick to ride in, he thought….

He headed to the pharmacy which was in the hospital. He pulled his shotgun out, with aggression and cocked it, making a satisfying sound which calmed his nerves. The shotgun guided him to the pharmacy. He aimed it in front and behind and up and down. He hoped to see no one, even someone normal, the shock would make him shoot anyone at this point, he thought.

His nerves continued as he walked down the long bloody corridor. He stood behind his protector, with his eyes on every object. The alarm rang out, puncturing inside his ears, making everything that much harder as his stress turned to sweat.

Everything was red in the corridor. The red blood spread across the walls, the puddles of blood on the floor and the aggressive red flashing lights caused by the alarm, his eyes was surrounded by the colour red. He felt like he was in a realm that only consisted of the colour red.

He was coming up on a corner, the dread crept into his eyes, he couldn’t bear to find out what was there. His shotgun was the first to go around the corner, with his head following it up, his eyes were shut wide, expecting his life to end there and then. To his surprise, nothing happened, no weird noise to overreact to, no mysterious figure to worry about. He expected company at the entrance, he thought, where did they go?

He continued walking down the never-ending corridor, until hearing a crying above the ceiling and his feet stopped moving, with the hair on his neck standing straight like a soldier. He could hear the crawling above his head, it turned his spine cold as ice, freezing him completely. He didn’t want to trust his gut-feeling, but he knew he had to keep moving.

But as he bravely walked past the racket above him, someone slammed something against the ceiling. He screamed at it, “what is your problem? Get down and face me.”

Silence was the only thing he heard. He began to walk again but as he did, chunk of ceiling came flying towards his head. He used his back foot to jump out of the way and the chunk of ceiling just missed him. Dust and blood flew down, making it hard to breathe and his chest went tight, with his throat becoming really dry.

He checked the hole. Nothing was to be seen or heard, except for the void, and a creaking sound. He straightened his back to get a better look, all that stared back was the darkness. Until a scream came over his head. Arthur instantly jumped away from it, while watching if anything came through the hole. He seen a tiny figure crawling through the gap. It fell through the hole, landing on its back. It made him take a few steps forward, as he got a proper look, the tiny shadowy figure started to take shape. Arthur couldn’t comprehend what he was looking at. It crawled like a baby, using its front arms to push itself forward, while screaming back at the hole. The scream vibrated the ceiling. A minute went by, and more tiny figures came crashing through the ceiling. He cocked back his shotgun and prepared to fire at the deplorable creatures. As he aimed at them, they all screamed at the same time. The fear ran through his heart, his stomach sank like an anchor as he watched them scream like a choir.

His nerves sent the trigger to go off. He was shooting at an infinite number of things, some crawling on the floor, some hanging from the ceiling and some climbing on the walls. They moved so slow, with their head leaning on their back when it was in an all-fours position. It creeped him out, thinking nothing should be able to do something so hideous. The creatures reminded him of crawling, creepy babies, although he knew they wasn’t as cute. He moved in closer, pumping a few shots at them, while hoping it would scare the rotten buggers. As he moved in closer, one of the baby-looking creatures grabbed his foot, he screamed just looking at it. Its head was elongated, with it leaning on its back and the creature’s head faced him. Arthur seen the creature had no eyes, they only had white gunk where the eyes were. The forehead had lumps all on it, making it look sicker than other creatures he had seen. Blood and snot dripped down the nose, going all way down the neck because of how extended the neck was. The snot, blood and white gunk had all reached its chest where it seemed to have a compartment to store all of the mess. The small creature seemed to rely on it, especially the way it mixed together and went back inside his chest, just to come out of its nose again. Arthur knew what happened to the poor things and regretted his next action.

Arthur shot the tiny devilish face and proceeded to go after the rest. However, his confidence is missed placed, because he realises how many are left. They were climbing on top each other just to make room for each other. Arthur’s confidence began to cripple, and his priorities was now clear. He turned away from the baby-abominations and ran for the pharmacy.

The corridor ended with double doors. He opened them and came across a big room. The room had a desk, loads of seats and a big tv saying, “make sure you attend your appointments to keep your health in check.” Arthur ignored it, jumping behind the desk and hoped the computer still worked. He didn’t know why he had hope, most tec wasn’t working, he thought.

Everything had gone to shit, he thought. The world, the people, even the most innocent things in the world had turned evil. His hope was in the abyss, with his thoughts. The only thing that was shining bright was his luck, he thought, but he wondered how long that would last.

In the corner of his eyes, he seen a sign that said, “pharmacy!” his excitement went up and he ran towards it. The doors came off the hinges from how hard he busted through them. He ran to the painkillers’ section and began pocketing the ones he needed. He didn’t know too much about medicine, but he knew how well painkillers and antibiotics worked. He reached for one, and suddenly a creaking sound appeared behind him, his heart stopped for a second.