Death

“this carpet is amazing” fuller thought dazedly as he made his way up the hallway.

“bathroom, that will be good soon. A bedroom... empty... looks like it was well used last night. Ahh another room”

off to the left, a door was slightly ajar but a pillow could be seen laying on the floor inside. Pushing open the door further than the crack it was open, was harder than expected. the door seemed to be blocked by something, his hand slipped with the extra force that was needed, on what appeared to be a chocolate desert of some kind, he fell forward banging his head into the door handle on his way down to land face first into the now not so soft carpet of the bedroom. “sticky” was the first thought he had as he managed to shake off the pain from his face and head. “red” was his second thought, followed closely by a very loudly vocalised “FUUUUCK”.

 Inside the room was like something from a horror movie, there was blood everywhere. Crimson streaking to pink in blurred but easily distinguishable hand marks ran down the walls under the high set windows to the far side of the room. The carpet, nearly the entire room, was drenched in sticky metallic smelling blood. It was all up his arms all over his hands, but the smell...he reached and his stomach emptied the entirety of the water he had just drank, along with some fowl tasting yellow bile. Gasping for air he tried to catch his breath. He shook his head to try and form a clear thought “what the fuck has happened here???” Then the sound came, a low gurgling groaning sound, he froze and in what felt to be the slowest movement of his life, he turned to face the bed. The sound was definitely coming from on the bed. Pushing himself up and backing towards the door in the same movement fuller got to see the source of the blood and that noise.

 She laid there heaving, her back arching up and down in rhythm to the air escaping from her mouth in those horrible bubbling groans. With each bend of her back a tear across her stomach opened to show her insides. Her eyes were wide open, her hands were twitching “fuck! I think she is still alive.” he went to step closer, one hand reached back to hold the door as he tentatively tried to see her face better. “are you ok” he tried to say but his voice caught in his throat with fear. Her head lifted off the pillow eyes looking straight at him, her long blonde hair was caked in blood and some stuck to the pillow lifting it with her as she sat upright and then she screamed. It was unearthly, something from a b-grade werewolf movie. As the screeching howl came out of her, blood sprayed across the room and splattered like mist over fullers face. Then she lunged at him, an unnaturally fast movement for somebody with their stomach opened up, she appeared to fly at him across the room naked and covered in blood her entrails dropping out of her as she made her way clear of the bed. He froze, time stopped and urine, warm urine, ran down his leg. Only a foot from him she stopped suddenly and slammed to the floor, her entrails had caught on the pole to one side of the foot of the bed. he fell backwards and out of the door as this nightmare screamed clawing at his legs as he shuffled on his arms backward and into the hall.  Scrambling backwards and up the wall of the far side of the hallway he got to his feet , legs weak with fear. Reaching forward quickly, he slammed the door closed. Panting, he ran back up the hall toward the lounge room. As if in a dream, he scanned the room looking for an exit. Panicked and disorientated, he could still hear the screaming howl coming from the thing in the bedroom. As if from nowhere he noticed the drips of blood, they were everywhere. Some one else was bleeding and they had been through this room. He followed the trail with his eyes and found the door. It was open, he followed the blood further, it led his gaze, up the corridor and disappeared in front of an elevator door. The corridor went black suddenly, all the down lights along its ceiling went out. “a blackout now? On top of this? Fuck this shit.” “i need to get the hell out of here.”

All at once the world seemed to come alive. The sounds from the street a hundred feet below, finally found it's way from his ears to his scattered brain. “sirens, lots of sirens” and what sounded like “gun shots? Yes, lots of gunshots” He ran over to the wall of glass and looked down, it wasn't smog, it was smoke. Cars were burning in the streets, people were running in every direction attacking each other and the police that were standing in a line across the street were firing their guns at anybody and everybody. Some people were crouched over others as the mob passed by them like a rushing river. As he looked left and right up the street, this chaos was all he could see “what the fuck is happening?”