Devon had just finished placed his box spring over the French doors in his bedroom, when he heard Nicole cry out.
Andy already ran toward the sounds in the back of the house, which would leave the front undefended.
“Son of a…” Devon started. Casting a quick glance toward his wife, he said, “Try to make sure this is secure, I’ll go see what’s happening.”
“How should I do that?”
“Damn it, Trace, any way you can. Throw the desk against it, anything!” Devon had already rushed out the doorway before he’d finished talking. Andy and Nicole stood only a few feet in front of him. The man Devon had just rescued lumbered at the couple, while Andy tried to keep it at bay with a chair.
The thing growled and pushed against Andy. Due to his wounded arm, he wasn’t able to keep the chair aloft and it crashed to the floor with a loud bang.
Devon raced forward and kicked it in the chest. It went stumbling off his feet, which made enough space for Devon to dash into his kitchen. For some reason gripping the butcher knife felt more brutal that using the bat, but he didn’t let this slow him. The man was just regaining his feet when Devon grabbed him by the hair and slashed his throat.
Nicole screamed as blood fountained over the floor.
Devon backed away, and looked down as his red washed hands.
How can all of this be happening? How can I have killed so many men tonight? What kind of man am I?
The bubbling moan beneath him was noticed before Andy’s shout.
The man had recovered and clutched at Devon’s legs. With a cry, Devon punched forward with his knife, more to keep the head away than anything else.
The man’s mouth opened and closed seeking to rend his flesh. Only the pressure of the knife point against the thing’s face kept it at bay.
With a growl of his own, Devo twisted the knife across the man’s cheek, which created another splash of red. Then, with a push, he drove the knife into the man’s eye. The man that had so recently been speaking to him slumped to the floor.
“Devon,” his wife gasped. “What’s happening to you? How can you be doing all of this?”
“I’m… just trying to keep us alive.” Again he looked down at his blood drenched hands and clothes, but he didn’t drop the knife.
Andy took a step closer to the newest victim. “I for one don’t mind getting his help. The world’s gone crazy.”
Tracy turned on Andy, “How do I know you aren’t going to go crazy next? Devon I want these two out of here!”
“You can’t be serious,” Nicole gasped and as if to drive the point home, more loud bangings sounded from the front of the house.
Devon glared his wife’s way. “If he goes crazy, I’ll put him down like the others, but right now I need his help.” He had to raise his voice to be heard over the multiple hammering the house started to take. “We can take one or two of these things, but not a dozen. We need to secure this house and do it now if any of you want to see the next sunrise!”
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