I stood at the window, rotted blood dripped off my fingers. I don't want to do this anymore, but they've already eaten some of the neighbors, they'd almost gotten Avry. Thinking of anything else but what was before us was the real education, that's how you survived. For him. I'll always do it for him.
I moved aside another body, it flopped, rotted bits squirted through the hand bones sagging skin, splattering onto the nice clean rug.
"Rosey, I told you not to touch them barehanded, what if the illness soaks into your skin?" Avry handed me a soggy pre-used paper towel. His pale tone even more so lately, the sweat running down the sides of the temples.
What use was a used soggy paper towel? Scowling I ignored the towels.
"Well, we can't keep them in here, let's dump them outside." Taking it I cleaned the gunk off. If you didn't think about it couldn't take over. They weren't really dead in the beginning, but they thought it was funny when people fell into hysterics. A kind of sick retribution or maybe revenge against us.
A huge grimace pulled his mouth taunt. "Don't even say that. Never say that!" He punched my shoulder with a lame weak punch. "Ha ha ha, I love your jokes!"
I hissed at him, "Calm down, they can't read minds." They sure as heck acted like they could, pretty sly with that head tilt and intense eyes.
He pussy footed over to the window, the fridges of his brown bangs moved before his eyes. He peered past the smudges of dirt. "Is it watching us?"
I hope not, it took half the week to calm him down last time. Past his line of sight another god damn doe! Something over the years had changed them, they hated us, they didn't act like no animal that's for sure.
"Yes. It looks hungry." Their whole biology changed, the scientists had been studying their rapid transformation for thirty years or so so they say. All I know is if one came, others too and would soon surrounded the house.
"I don't want to can't we just ignore it?"
He couldn't help it, just turned 15 last year, my baby brother. I made sure he saw me before patting his shoulder. "After this one let's pack and go find Mom and Dad."
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He took the garden hoe and I decide on the long axe.
This one thought it great fun to bolt straight at Scott, it's head lowered. "Watch it, it's gona' to ram!"
Twisting away he spun back and cracked it across the back, his hoe bounced off the hell bent doe and flew out if his hands into the tall dead grasses.
"Shit, shit, shit!" An abundance of groaning and expletives sped out while he cupped his head in his hands.
"Avery! You got to push through, it's coming back, hurry!"
It burst out of the forest; an explosion of moldy web covered leafs. Another one! This time a buck. Oh, gods on a cracker it's huge!
There wasn't any time, I pushed him away and slid next to him kicking up a pile of cat shaped dust.
As like last time he stopped shaking, and lost that "hide me" look.
"I'm sick of this!" Snarling he stomped over to the buck, and stared.
I never wanted him directing that stare at me, it's so empy and chilling. He never did it to people, just the insane does.
We didn't really need the weapons, they just made peeps feel better, something about a physical weapon in your hands boosted spirits.
The doe came back brushed against my side then kicked, the force of it cracked the air.
I couldn’t breathe, or move it started deep on my leg and exploded; the deepest of akes a pain so blinding I couldn't even catch a breath.
A loud thunk into a tree and I? Everything spun, become of fuzz red fuzz.
He screamed, bro? It bit int
to my ears this scream, sending a jolt to my chest. I'm acting like a sucky big sister.
"Just go back! Go back! Back to the house!" A personal warm rain streeked my cheeks, pooling into my ears.
"No! I hate them! They've taken away everything! Monsters! Demons! I'm going to make a steak out of you!"
Snaps, pops, inhuman screaming and silence.
Too much silence. Avery?
The frog in my throat decided to leave. "Hey, glue-sniffer get me up!"
More silence. He's fine.
My leg told me that moving was the worst mistake I made that day. Able to breathe again, I flopped onto the un-shattered side. I hate this, you can't think straight or even move. Why hadn't the deer finished us off yet?