mr jones. locked the hen houses. super drunk. forgot about the pop-holes. lurched across the yard. kicked off boots. drew himself another glass of beer.

home free!

sprinting. heavy breathing. the boy wouldn’t stop. couldn’t stop. he knew. knew what was coming. what was behind. all he wanted was to make it home. safe. in his bedroom. away from the outside world. home free. free from the ‘infected’. he’d make it. make it home. the boy hoped for safety. but behind him. safety seemed non-existent. he heard footsteps. thudding. stomping. chasing. there was nothing he could do… it was up to him, he had to at least try and save himself, it was the only way he could survive.