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Chapter one Of my Story "Hell On Earth"

AUTHORS NOTE! My first Chapter: Mind all the I's, my first attempt.

You know, Some days you just want to crawl back into your bed and just go back to sleep, others you don't want it to end, and well others you really don't care. Well my day was something else, and how one day will change how I live my life day-after-day. Well a good place to start is the beginning.

I woke up to an abrupt banging on my window, and a moaning. I was halve a sleep when I looked out my window and I almost pissed myself. There standing there was my next door neighbor, bloody and missing halve of her jaw. Now I was screaming for my mother (at the age of 16, I rather think I shouldn't be screaming like I was). When my mother came in stumbling, I screamed even louder.

She came into my room, with blood dripping from her lips, and a decent size hole in her stomach, and stumbled to my bed, by now I had myself put all the way to my corner of my bed. And when she leaped down, I did the first thing that came to my head, and leapt up and opened my closet door, she fell on my bed when I did the leap. Now usually when a guy sees his own mother try to hurt him, he usually couldn't keep a straight mind about it.

I had tears in my eyes, but some voice kept saying in the back of my mind that she wasn't human and she wasn't doing this on her own. She got off my bed and stumbled to me in the corner of my room and took a leap at me, which I quickly took a stride to the side, and she went straight into my closet which I closed and I quickly sat on the ground and tried to figure out what in the name of hell was going on.

I figured in the couple of minutes of me sitting there that something wasn't right. So I decided, with my mother banging on my closet door behind me I was going to leave my house and find out what was going on. Now I thought about protection, my parents growing up never believed in guns, so we never owned one to my knowledge.

And for you all to know, I'm not the athletic type, so a bat I had hanging on my wall wasn't a good idea at all. Then my mind came back to me, as much as my parents protested this, I had a sword collection, about 60 in fact. My grandpa always game me one for every occasion. Now I know what your thinking, this guy is nuts, he can't swing a bat, but he could stab with a sword? Well I never actually used my sword either, but I thought at the moment it would be a great Idea.

I took a couple of breathes as I seen my neighbor at my window again. I got up slowly and left my closet door, with my mother still inside, hoping soon I could come back with some kind of answer to why this is going on. I crept quietly to my other side of my room to my sword collection and looked it puzzling. Which one would I take? I had well over 60, but which one would be easier to use? I quickly reached down and grabbed my biggest one, a two handed sword by the name of Defender Of The Dark.

I choked back some tears as I looked at my closet door one last time hearing my mother moan and grumble. I walked out into my kitchen and quickly grabbed my back pack which was there from the night before of me doing homework. I went to the fruit bowl and I grabbed about five apples and a group of bananas. I knew this wasn't enough, I went to my snack door at the bottom of my brown cabinets, and threw in three boxes of granola bars. I turned around at that moment, quickly opened my fridge, and grabbed five Bottles of water, and three bottles of Gatorade.

I then turned, walked into my living room and quickly thought of a plan, I looked on top on my TV, and grabbed my dad's van keys, and headed toward the door. I turned to my parent's room door which was open, and seen my father's legs in a pool of blood and I head a chomping noise from inside. I had tears running down my face as I looked to the door I realized it was open. It all hit me like a sack of bricks, The thing in there that is doing god know what to my fathers body, must have done what ever it is that it did to my mother as well.

I had to make a choice: Take on the thing in my parents room, or run out the door. I took a deep gulp, and knowing I couldn't see my father in that state of being, I punched the open door to lure the thing out side of my parents room. I armed my sword in my two hand as it crept into my living room, it was missing an arm, and it's foot was bent in.

I took a guess it was a woman. It stumbled toward me, and I threw the backpack to the floor. I closed my eyes and raised my hands with the sword behind me in a slashing motion. I screamed out in bloody murder, I trusted it down and I felt a warm spray into my face. I opened my eyes to see a halve decapitated corpse lay on the ground. I felt some warm liquid at my face as I let out a inward scream. It was blood. I threw up a little in my mouth and swallowed it. I quickly ran to my bathroom which was across the house.

I opened the door, hoped in and looked in the mirror. I didn't right away wipe the blood. I felt an anger rise in me that I never thought possible. I quickly reached for a towel and wiped my face. "I will not let this go undefended." I said aloud as I quickly sprinted into my living room. I pick up the back pack, put it on my back, and picked up the sword which I threw down after the meeting with the woman. I looked back on top of my TV and seen a lot of the religious memorabilia. See my family was well rounded Catholic family, my father a holy roller, collected this stuff. I reached up and took some rosary beads and placed them around my neck. "I couldn't blame my God for this." I said to myself.

I quickly jumbled the van keys in my hand and headed out. I didn't look at my parents room, when I left, but I quietly and with my eyes closed, I closes the door. I head my mothers screams one more time when I closes the door. I once again, fought back more and more tears.