Hycrophia - 3The silence of the house rings in my ears as I sit at the kitchen table, forehead pressed against the cold, hard wood; a mug of coffee set firmly in my hand.
Everything I have just seen is ripping through my mind. It was infected, there was no doubt about that.
But after I shot it, the eyes, they looked so; alive.
No! I can’t let myself think that. My chair slides backwards as I stand.
It was infected, it was a danger. I had to kill it.
But was it beyond help?
My legs give-way and I hit the floor hard. It feels like my head is caught in a vice; my vision begins to blur as reality begins to crumble around me. The last thing I remember is the soft lick of a concerned Salem.
I miss those mornings where you would wake up to the sound of a frying pan filled with sausages and bacon; sizzling. The smell flowing under your door and flooding your nostrils, just as the sun starts to pierce your eyes through the curtains.
The sound of your family downstairs, already awake and w
Hycrophia - Chapter 2I leap backwards inside the door, grabbing Salems collar and dragging him in with me. I slam the door shut and it looks just in time for the infected to pound desperately against it. It stops, obviously finding a way in. I have to act fast. I run flat out into the kitchen, slipping on the marble floor and slamming myself against the worktop. I reach up, my hand searching frantically for my shot gun.Feeling the cold metal barrel against my fingers, I grab it and stand up in one fluid movement, throw myself out the back door, slamming it behind me and cock my gun.
I'm met outside with utter silence. Nothing but the sound of my footsteps on the hard concrete. I pause, listening for any sounds. That's when I hear it; from the other side of the house, the cracked and broken voice of an infected. It calls out "Red", but this time in a questioning tone, like it's calling out for a lost pet. With the shotgun ready to fire, I make my way to the voice.
I peer around the corner, and see it peerin