Mr Greg

Chapter 5

Silence reigned, something was wrong he felt comfortable, the smell of air freshener filled the air, something about it was familiar, why did it feel like he was on a bed, this and a thousand more questions mesmerized John as he rolled on the bed he rested on, he knew he was supposed to be panicking, but he just didn't have the energy.

White light instantly filled the slit of his eyes, as he opened them, causing him to close them back and open them once again, everything looked out of focus as his pupils adjusted to the light allowing sight back to his eyes once again.

He finally knew the reason why he felt so comfortable and why the place felt familiar, he was in his room. "Had it all been a dream, why am I waking up so late, where is ben" John wondered as thousand of questions popped in and out of his head, "the window" he thought," I should be able to get a sense of time at least".

The lightening designed curtain had no opposition against John as he opened them, in an instant he wished he had not gotten off the bed as the scene that greeted him was nothing suburban. He knew his street well, it was peaceful and quiet, infact the only crimes they committed there was being to nice, but as he stared out the window, he could not find a trace of the tranquility he had always been thankful for.

The perfectly mowed lawns had patches of red, with pieces of human body everywhere, eyes, hands and legs littered the street with an occasional intestine or lung, car were burning, and perhaps the strangest thing was how many of the people he grew up with had turned cannibal before his very eyes, as he watched Mr. Greg cry in front of his house door , as his wife tore his child limb for limb.

John could feel the lump in his throat, the bead of sweat on his face the urine go down his trouser, but yet he couldn't remove his eyes, which had focused on Mr. Greg who pulled out a gun from his blood drenched uniform, with tears in his eyes and shaking hands he cocked the gun, there was silence on the street except for the crackling of fires and occasional growls, the cocking sound of the gun filled the air, with tears in his eyes John watched as Greg's wife launched herself ferociously at Greg, with nothing in her eyes except Feed, and with two gunshot the deranged woman was one the floor with blood sipping from the new hole of a face.

Mr. Greg staggered to the door and entered his house, John could see the man's shadow against the glass door, and in second there was a flash of light and a bang and the shadow of Mr. Greg was replaced with blood. Upon seeing the sight, he lost control of his mouth as he gave out a Yelp.

"That's enough" shouted miss Marlon from John's back as she ran to her son with tears in her eyes. Hugging him had never felt this good though he smelt like blood he was still alive she wondered.

"What's that on your hand mum" John said as he noticed a set of rather defined and arranged depressions on her hand.

" Come see your dad and Ben they are downstairs" replied his mum as she freed him from her hug.

"Mum your hand" John said again as concern found it's way into his voice.

"Would you like some rice" she said as she closed the door and walked out the room with a smile, leaving John with the sour taste of grief in his mouth and silence of his room.

"What had truly happened. The last thing I remember was a cold hand, how did I get home" John said as he sat on his bed, oblivious of the figure watching him from the door.

"You know we should have died today" said Ben as he walked towards John, surprisingly clean.

"Isn't those my clothes" said John as he looked at the black hoodie and khaki shorts Ben was wearing.

"Well mine were messed up and let's face it I rock them more than you" Ben said looking at the mirror as he adjusted his hair and flexed his muscle.

John scoffed as he said something about not even the end of the world being able to stop Ben from kissing his mirror.

For that brief moments, the two of them found their smiles back, as if nothing had gone wrong and they had just graduated all over again.

"How did we get home Ben"

"John it doesn't matter" said Ben as he picked up a mug with a lightening sign on it "still obsessed with Barry Allen I see" he said as he turn over his shoulder, only to be treated by John's flaming eyes.

"Ben this is not a joke how did we get home, where is fortune".

"Look John listen to me, it doesn't matter and as for fortune she will be back soon trust me".

"Ben" John said as he stood up, with his body vibrating and his eyes shaking, his body unconsciously launching itself at Ben and pinning him to the wall as he shouted" how did we get home, where is fortune".

"What do you remember" Ben said as he pushed John away from him like he wasn't even there.

"I remember almost been eating by a maniac" John said as his voice slowly reduced. I remember a pair of cold hands grabbing me I remember watching you being taking away", he said as the gates of his eyes allowed the river of tears to flow down.

Ben knew his friend, he knew he meant no harm, probably more importantly he knew he cared for him, so as he knelt down beside John who had fallen into a sitting position, he whispered " The brave are not born they are made" before hugging him and saying " your mum was bitten"

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The sound of the car engine was the only thing keeping him awake, his eyes refusing to say awake, as the voice of Kelvin Hart's joke boomed through the car.

"Who ever said comedy gonna stop you from sleeping is going to hell" he said as he tuned the radio, leaving it at a jazz music, turning his head he looked at his daughter who was asleep at the back seat.

"Only a few more miles and will be home princess" he said as he stepped his foot on the accelerator, racing through the dark abandoned road.

"How did it get so bad, how did my children get into a world like this, wait should I have left Jane with Mr. Jackson to get the boys, I mean what was that thing that attacked me and fortune, it looks like a child but no.... no it couldn't be it must have been a joke, but wait if it was a joke, then I killed an innocent child, should I turn back, no....no I need to get fortune home, of all days she chose today to go for a field trip and of all places why the a construction company, there were so many off those th... Things everywhere".

Much like his car Mr. James mind was racing through the events of the day, as the his nose was tormented by the stench of blood that came from his white shirt that looked like he had an accident with red paints.

"Dad are we home yet" came a voice from the backseat".

"Not yet baby, but we are close, how are you hope you weren't beaten or anything".

"No dad and fine, dad what's going on, why are zombie attacking".

"They aren't zombies fortune, go to sleep don't worry daddy is going to protect you".

" Dad what is that" pointed fortune from the backseat.

Mr. James found it hard to believe his eyes as he cleaned it over and over again, he couldn't believe the destruction he beheld, as skyscrapers stood with holes in them, windows where broken everywhere, and the people who where on the road seemed to missing a body part.

"Get down fortune, lie on the floor and don't stand up until I say so , this is going to be a bit scary" he said as he step on the accelerator once more and brought the car back to life