Haunted

It felt like something out of a horror movie, a big house with a red door. Greg knew that nothing good would come out of going in there, but, he went in nonetheless. What he saw, not exactly what he expected, it was empty all around. He tiptoed through the foyer, still nothing. The dining room, nothing but the wind blowing through an open window. He went into the kitchen, and what happened couldn't be explained rationally. He saw Alicia, but, it wasn't her. At least, it was her body, but her soul was gone. Her eyes, pale white, no pupils were seen. That wasn't the worst of it, though. The worst was what was in her mouth, flesh from a young girl. "No, Alicia, what have you done?" Greg gasped.

She couldn't say anything, all she did was growl. He reached for his gun, and that's when he went from scared to terrified. He looked, and all his ammo clips, his pistols, gone. He tried to run away, but, his body just froze. All he could see was the blood coming out of Alicia's mouth from the piece of flesh she had in it. She lunged at him, he screamed till his lungs were about to pop. Then, he lunged forward onto the floor. He looked around him, it was dark, but, a light had still been on from when he and Star were talking. She was still asleep on the couch, surprisingly. Greg was relieved to get out of that nightmare, but, he still worried a little bit.

He picked up Star, ever so slowly, and went to where Guillermo was sleeping. But, the bed was empty, Greg looked confused. He set Star down, and looked in the back living room. Guillermo only got up from bed if he had a nightmare, since walking around helped him keep calm. Greg saw Guillermo, but, the weirdest part was that he was calm. All he did was just stare out the window.

"I wonder what he's staring at?" Greg asked himself. He walked up, and stood beside him. He was silent for most of the time, occasionally humming the beat to Bon Jovi's "You Give Love a Bad Name." Bon Jovi is their favorite band, has been since they were kids.

"Great song," Guillermo said.

"Yeah, it is," Greg replied. Greg looked out the window, and he saw the grave he made for Alicia. He wanted to cry, but, he decided otherwise.

"What did it feel like?" Guillermo asked. "Burying the person you love." Greg just shook his head.

"It's unexplainable, you feel like you're dead while living," Greg said. "But, Alicia wasn't your first true love, was she?" Guillermo asked. Greg cracked a smirk.

"No, she wasn't," Greg whispered. Greg walked away to the couch, and laid down, just pondering. "I don't know if she's still alive," Greg thought. He fell back asleep, all that was on his mind, even though it's incredibly stupid after a burial, was his first love. All he could think about was her.

Guillermo shifted through the house, trying to be as quiet as possible. He went to the living room, and saw his fiancee on the couch. His emotions went rampant, he wanted to kiss her, but he didn't want to be creepy. He decided to just turn in for the night. After a day of getting shot down from a chopper, almost dying, and then being reunited with the woman he loves, he needed sleep. "I consider myself lucky," he whispered to himself.

"I can't imagine what Greg must be going through." He flopped onto the couch, next to Star, and closed his eyes.

Meanwhile, just a few blocks away, the sound of grass being trampled echoed through the night. Followed by intense breathing and maniacal laughter. The trampling stopped for a brief moment, and the sound of gunshots resonated.

"That's another one for the pile!" A person screamed, as they tossed a body into the back of a truck.

"Good, it's bad enough that we have people still alive that steal our supplies," The leader said. "Now, we gotta deal with undead fuckers as well." The leader of this gang was a very brash man. Flamboyant as all hell, but, brash. "And what about the other one?" He asked.

"Well, A, she's not dead, she's alive," one said. "B, she ran off into the neighborhood nearby." The leader thought for a moment, he wanted to try and find her, but, that's a lot of ground to cover. He decided to turn away.

"Let her go," he said.

"Wait, what?" Someone gasped. "What do you mean?" Another asked.

"I mean, we leave her, it's too much trouble," he said. He saddled back up in the truck with the others, and drove off. "So, he came back," the leader said.

"Connor, why did you let her go?" One asked.

"Well, I think those bastards came back," he answered.

"You're talking about Greg and Guillermo, aren't you?" The person said.

He grunted, which was Connor's way of saying yes. "I don't know what to do about them, so, let them deal with these undead bastards for a while," he said. They drove off to god knows where.

Still, the trampling of grass continued slowly now, as if someone was walking. They made it to one of the houses on the block, well, to the backyard of it at least. The trampling stopped, now it was a slow tapping of shoes on cement floor. The sound of a door being opened rang through the house being entered. Who the hell leaves their doors unlocked in times like these? Oh right, everybody's dead.

Greg had been fast asleep, turns out he had been exhausted from sprinting around the post apocalyptic version of his hometown. His slumber was soon interrupted by the creaking of a door. His eyes widened, and he reached for his .45 on the coffee table next to him.

"I thought we weren't being followed," he whispered to himself, as he tiptoed to towards the back door. It was too dark to see clearly, all he could make out was a shadow. It wasn't tall enough to be a man, and the outline of the body gave it away. "Too curvy to be a dude," he whispered. The shadow moved forward a little bit. Greg debated on shooting it or capturing it. If he shot it, then that takes care of the problem, no possible psycho, piece of cake. The downside of that is the thought of it being someone who needed help. "Hmm." He moved in.

He aimed at the back of the shadows head, steady as a wall. The hammer clicked back, and the gun was ready to be fired. "Don't move," he ordered. The shadow stopped, turned around, and popped Greg in the mouth. This caused him to drop the gun, and stumble back. The shadow moved towards him, and aimed for his abdomen. Greg moved out of the way, and pulled the headlock maneuver on him.

"You hit good, but, you're slow," he said.

He grabbed the shadows chest area and tried to turn it around. That's where Greg started hesitating. He felt two huge, soft, voluptuous breasts and moved away. "You're a chick?!" Greg asked. No answer, just a fist to the nose. The fight was interrupted by the switch of a light being turned on. Greg looked to see Madison standing right there. "Madison, what the shit, I was in the middle of..." Greg trailed off. He looked to see who this mysterious shadow was.

"Greg, do you know who that is?!" Madison whispered loudly.

He knew, by god, he knew damn well who it was. Her long, auburn hair was a giveaway, her beautiful hazel eyes. And, of course, her huge breasts which Greg was lucky enough to lay his hands on.

"Now that I think about it, why did I grab from the chest?" He thought. "Not important right now."

He stared in awe. She was still alive, and more beautiful since the day Greg left for DC. "Natalie!" He cried. "You're alive!"