21 December 2012
We had all agreed to make their escape early tomorrow. Everything was packed and ready to go. We tried to take as little as possible but we needed to have enough to make it to the mall. Tonight we all slept in sleeping bags on the living rooms floor. I rolled over to Zayden. "Are you still awake?," I whispered. He rolled over to face me. "Yes, what's up?," he asked. "It's just about tomorrow, I'm afraid," I said. "Hey, don't be. I've got your back and I promise I won't let them harm a pretty little hair on that head of yours," he said running his hand through my hair messing it up completely. "My hair is the least of my worried right now, Zay," I said giving him the evil eye. "Sure," he said rolling his eyes,"now lay back down and try to sleep." I did as he told me and laid back down, squeezing my eyes shut in hopes of sleep to come. My eyes shot open. I sat up and looked around. The living room was completely dark so I could tell it was still night time. "Zay," I said stretching, "Zay, you up?" I patted his sleeping bag and was surprised to find that it was empty. I also found a warm mysterious liquid covering his sleeping bag. I brought my hand closer to my face to get a better view then I realized it was blood. I heard a noise in front of me and looked up. There I saw Zayden kneeling on the floor as if he were inspecting something. He had his back turned towards me so I couldn't see his face. I pulled back the cover of my sleeping and let out a blood curdling scream. I had no legs from the knee down. It seemed as thought they had been gnawed off. His head perked up a the sound as he turned around. My eyes were afraid of what they were about to see...
Apocalypse 12 • Opuss № I