Part Two of
Dawn of the years past.

October third 2011. It was my birthday and I was hiding in a dumpster. The past few weeks have been hell, I don’t even know how to begin. It was just a week and a half ago. I was standing outside at my bus stop when all hell broke loose, I guess I’ll start there. The morning started off rainy and chilly, my sister and two other guys along with me stood at our bust stop. The bus was running late and we were getting soaked. The bus had never been late before, but we stood and waited, looking down the street for the bus. The neighborhood we lived in was small so the main street was short, and as I looked down it for the bus when something caught my eye. A woman was running down the street, but something wasn’t right, her breasts were showing and her right shoulder looked like it had been threw a grinder. The blood was running down her entire right side. My first reaction was to tell my sister to tell my mom to call the police while I found out what happened, as my sister ran to the house a crescendo of screams and yelling/growling rose threw the air. The one woman was now joined by several others, but they were just as equally dismembered as the first. My thoughts were spinning what had happened? Was there a car pileup or a bad fight or… I couldn’t think I didn’t know ho to react. As the group sprinted closer I noticed something very wrong, besides their horrific wounds their eyes were pitch black like looking into a well. The screams and were coming from all around but the yelling and growling was coming from this apparently crazy group of people. The second I noticed that we were in trouble the two guys staring agape next to me sprinted off towards their house, in that instance I did the same. My house was not far but the group of crazies were gaining quickly, as I looked back I saw the guys from the bus stop fumbling with the keys to unlock their house, but they didn’t find it in time. They didn’t even have a chance, the crazies smashed into them without any let down. I didn’t slow down, but I was looking back just in time to see the crazies rip apart the to guys, they actually started to chew and bite at the limbs of the to fallen. With the next forty feet to my house I listened to them scream as they were slowly eaten. It didn’t end there, when I got home I found my mom in her room on the phone with the police and my sister standing at the foot of her bed. My mom put the phone down and asked me what ‘t happened to the injured woman, I didn’t know what to say I just stared at her dumbfounded. With a blank tone I told her that the two from the bus stop were eaten by a pack of crazy people, and with a split second of thought there was banging on our front door with more of the homicidal screams.