He knew it would be the worst day of his life the moment he looked out the window. Reese Merithal was a tall, slender, and kind-hearted man at the age of 23, but you wouldn't be able to tell. Hell, You'd be more concerned about yourself at this point in time. But I'm straying from the story.
It all started yesterday morning, he wasn't sure what time, but he remembered laying on his couch in his small, 3-room house, staring blankly at the Television screen as a news broadcast came on air for about twenty seconds before ending in screaming and darkness after the camera had been knocked over (or thats what Reese thought that happened.) Reese also thought it might have been a joke of some sort, until he looked out his window.
Aside from small blood smears of two hands, a woman was screaming at him to help her. A large chunk of her cheek was missing, a bit of blood seemed to squirt out while she paniced. She looked about the age of 19. Reese couldn't see any more of her but her head. Her hair was hanging loose, but far from straightened.
"Help me!" She exclaimed, one hand moving to her missing cheek to desperately attempt to stop the blood. "Help me please! Help me, they're going to kill me!" Tears were already rolling down the young woman's face, her remaining cheek shined in the morning light.
Reese's eyes shot open completely and his jaw dropped. Reese stood and ran to the window, as he approached to try and ask what was going on, something slammed into the woman's side, taking her to the ground. The woman's screams rose and fell with her death. When Reese looked to see what happened, he nearly vomited.
*BLAAAGHHS*
Scratch that. He did vomit. What he saw was an old man, sinking his teeth into the woman's shoulder and neck. The old man was ravenously tearing pieces of meat from the woman's corpse, and when the man took notice she was dead, he glanced up through the window. Right at Reese.
Reese stumbled backward, the old man's chin dripped with the thick fluid needed to keep him, and the now dead woman, alive. What had horrified Reese the most though, a large amount of the old man's skull was showing. Bites and blunt strikes had torn away at the scalp and all that remained in most places was the red and white skull.
The old man didn't stop for a second, he immediently began pounding on the window. Now, Reese was not a violent person, but instinct told him when he was in danger and now, instinct was screaming at him. Reese turned to run, to get something blunt, but slipped on his own puddle of puke, and smashed his head on the floor. His vision blurred and all went dark...
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Submission Name: Tales of Reese
