It was pouring outside. My hands were as clammy as ever, and I was freezing. I was left alone with nobody to come and help me. I had a small scratch on my cheek from a branch, but that was it.
I had been abandoned weeks ago.
Marissa and Alyssa had left without me and I was still in the dugout.
I wasn't sure where they had ran off to, but all I know is that I was starving and dehydrated.
I was going to set out alone and try to look for civilization. I knew there was a grocery store somewhere nearby, so I would try there first.
Moving quickly and silently, I made my way to the grocery store. Sprinting across the open street, the heat pounded down on me. The place was a complete wasteland. I dashed to the closest H-E-B in sight, making my way to the doors, the sensors to the doors were still working, so I snuck in. The doors creaked in grief as I stepped into the completely ransacked store.
Shit.
Was there anything left?
Before I could make any more choices about the store, a repulsive smell lurked into my nasal cavity. I had to breathe through my mouth in hopes I wouldn't vomit. My stomach churned at the sent peeking around the left corner of the wall. I was scared to death, hoping it wasn't more of those dead things.
I leaned over carefully, grabbing a shard of plexiglass from one of the doors behind me. The smell loomed around me precariously, threatening to strangle me to death if I continued to breathe it's same air. I choked, turning the corner. I screamed, holding the glass in front of me like a sword.
There was nothing there, just an old rotting turkey from thanksgiving. I leaned over, picking up the tag. 'Half off!' It read. I wanted to regurgitate all the food that I hadn't been eating badly at this point. I gagged, moving on. Obviously, all of the frozen foods were out of the question.
As I ventured into the pasta aisle, there was a loud crash behind me. There were voices and crunching of glass, signifying that someone had just broken in. I crawled in between one of the lower stocking shelves quickly, curling into a ball, clutching the glass shard and holding my breath.
Don't make a sound, if they find you, you're probably dead.
The voices faded, and I figured it was okay to come out. As I was uncurling from my ball to get up, there was some feet shuffling. I lurched back into my previous position, cramming my body into the space as tightly as I could.
The legs and feet looked as if they belonged to an old man, wrinkled flesh, very pale, and dry skin. The figure was wearing slippers and what seemed to be a bathrobe, which was peculiar. They took slow, elongated strides, their feet not leaving the ground. They continued to drag them onwards, not making a single sound except for a low popping noise. Probably from his old joints, which I thought made it okay. I figured he could help me and he was probably lost or something, so I made a choice in which to get up and attempt to help the man.
Once I crawled out to get a good look at the man, his clothes were tattered. He was, in fact, old. His hair was wispy and greasy, and white. "Excuse me, sir?" I called out softly. "Are you lost? I can try and help y-" I was cut off by the man turning around to face me. His face was splattered with blood, his eyes a yellowed sickly color. He wheezed, looking at me slowly as if studying me. His hands were crooked against his body, pressing to his chest like a T-rex.
My jaw dropped once I saw his jaw. It was hanging low, his teeth brown and rotting. I let out a low gasp, realizing what I had just done. He let out an angry moan, reaching out at me. I backed away, my eyes locking onto his abdomen.
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THE ENTRY (Book one of two)
HorrorA group of friends in high-school find themselves in a tight spot one day, when everything seems to go wrong. What they do in the future could change them forever. The plague has spread everywhere known to man, and they must fight for their lives. W...