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Retreck, Act 1

By: Storygirl55

Chapter 1, I\'m Kyle, (My first story where its a guy who is the main character so give me a fucking break if I get it wrong) I found out that a screech inside a lab facility turned people into \'things\' And the few who weren\'t infected (People with earplugs at the moment, which can be thousands) Eat people alive, and even animals! We\'re royally screwed!

I woke up, startled, by the ringing that protruded my ears, cold sweat beaded down my head. I set my alarm clock on snooze, another nightmare. I walked downstairs, greeting my brother quickly, as I sped past, before he could answer.

I was exited for the camping trip that lied ahead. I snatched the ham from the fridge, and placed it on the counter. I rolled open the drawer and grabbed the bread, and my hand slipped, spilling the bread onto the floor. I picked it up quickly, and threw the bad ones away.

Moans, I heard from out back. I got creeped out, and finished packing my food, and water. I ran upstairs, taking a knife, and I slowly creeped downstairs, opening the slide-glass door.

Blood splattered on the grass, as some sort of bloody... thing fell off the wall. I began to look around, in a panic, and I ran at the thing, stabbing my knife into it's skull. It lurched forwards, reaching its arm to me, as I pulled my knife, and stabbed into it once more.

It went limp, falling against the wall. My eyes widened, it has a human figure! Oh god... what have I done? Blood covered it's neck, I realized who it was. Tiara, my classmate. “W-what are you?” I asked as if I would get an answer, as I walked backwards, falling over something soft.

I hit the floor, and something jumped on me. “B-brother?” I asked, staring at the pale figure, I'm battling to survive against. It went to bite me, I slammed my hand onto it's head, it roared in agony. I threw it off me, snatching my knife from Tiara, and slamming it into the forehead of my brother.

He went limp, I ripped my knife from him. “Top of the head, 5 points, forehead 10 points, fun to note that.” I said, contently. I dashed inside, and up to my room, a small pale figure crouched, poking at something, my heart caught in my throat.

I stared at the long blonde hair, come off in chunks, blood is spattered under it. I stared at it's mutilated foot, chunks of skin was ripped off, and blood is everywhere, I can tell she's new, she's going bald.

I swallowed my fear, and walked over quickly, she turned her head at lightning speed, I slashed her throat, and she kept moving. I stabbed her head, twice, she kept moving, I stabbed her forehead, and she dropped like a rock.

“Sorry, sis, I had to..” I said, with a look of regret. I looted her body of her favorite pistol, and a knife. I grabbed my backpack, packing my food, I snatched my belt, getting all the ammo, and hooking pouches to my belt, filling them all with magazines. I grabbed a tent, a tarp, and a few blankets.

I grabbed the keys to the car, and checked outside. All clear. I ran out into the driveway, and got into the Honda that we have. I tossed my backpack into the back seat, as something grabbed me. “God damn it!” I cried out in frustration, as I stabbed my mother's forehead, and I opened the door, pushing her body out. I shut it quickly, and began driving.

I stared at the time, speeding past broken red lights, and fire-lit homes. I sped up, hitting the “Things” I turned on the news on my radio. “We urge you to stay in your homes, if you don't want to risk being killed! It seemed this started with a radiowave of sound infecting hundreds, we cant tell who started i--”

Cries and screams barreled from the radio. I let out a sigh of frustration, as I turned onto the freeway. I rode on it, turning at exit 52, and I stopped at the pile-up of cars. The freeway was completely clear. I ran from the car, tearing open the doors of one of the cars, a bloody figure reached out to me. I stabbed my knife into it's forehead. “The less, the better.” I said, ripping my knife from it's forehead.

I opened the other door, and saw a woman, devouring her husband. I gave a regretful frown, and shot her, with her husband. Wails, and cries barreled through the back of the car. “Mama!!” I heard it wail. I broke open the car door, to see a small boy. I gave a sorrowful look, and pulled him out.

“Sorry, pal, but... Mama's gonna be gone for... Quite a while.” I frown. He had no bites, I placed him in the back of my car, and stepped into it. I went into reverse, and swerved around the accident, as the child fell asleep behind me, I felt awfully guilty, as I turned the corner, to a gas station.

My ears rang, as screams cried out into the fog of the day. My heart wrenched hearing the screams, and cries of the innocent. But this is no time for being soft.