Angela walked along the street slowly. She was never in a hurry to get anywhere. Especially now. She didn't want to go off to see her new in-laws. Not on her birthday. They were such insufferable people. Not to mention she had a tendency of getting lost when going to their home.
As she continued down the ugly street, her mind began to drift. She wondered if she had left the oven on. Or maybe she hadn't locked the house. Yes, most certainly. She should go back immediately.
No, she mustn't. She had to do this. For Will. She took a breath, and kept walking. On the opposite side of the road, a plastic bag was dancing with the wind. She smiled at the silliness of her noticing something that arbitrary. How could she with all the noise about
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With all the noise about?
Angela looked around her. The street was filled with an ungodly silence. There were only a few cars about. A hobo or two lay against a few walls drunkenly, but other than that, it was completely unpopulated. Angela shook her head. She hadn't moved at all, as if she had been waiting for some tumbleweed, or a coat of sepia to drench the world.
She turned to start walking again. That's when she saw him. A man, staggering forward, toward her. "Hey, are you okay?" The man didn't answer. He only collapsed into her. "Hey, buddy?" she set him down, "Do you need help? Want me to call an ambulance?" She removed her hand to get her phone out. She stopped in midair. Her hand was completely covered in red. The smell tinged her nose. She looked at the gash in the mans side.
"Oh, God." She pulled out her phone, and was halfway through dialing nine-one-one when another man immerged, stumbling toward her. This one's leg appeared to be twisted to the side. She could see a wound in his arms and neck. Another two followed. She walked up, "What happened?" They didn't answer. She pushed past them. They followed her with an eerie slowness. The other man, who had collapsed, got up, and begun following her too. She walked up to the alley they had come from. There were three or four bodies laying there. On top of them, a horde of people were digging into them with their hands and teeth, scooping out little bits and pieces of meat. "Oh. God."
Angela felt something crawling up her throat. It was too late to try to stop it. She vomited onto her new shoes. Turning her head from the cannibalistic acts going on only feet away, she shook her head, spat, and began to run. She past a stumbling a woman. And another. More and more people popped up out of nowhere. In her panic, she hadn't realized where she was going. She found herself outside of her in-laws apartment complex. She opened the doors, and climbed the stairs. Something grabbed her leg. She looked down to see someone trying to bite her Achilles tendon. Angie's foot came down on the creatures face. The movement stunned the beast, but it didn't kill it. Glancing around, she spotted a fire extinguisher. She pulled herself and the monster on the floor over to it, and promptly bashed him repeatedly in the head. As it stopped twitching, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then ran up the stairs.
She opened the door. "SURPRISE!" a cluster of people—friends and relatives— jumped out from behind furniture. She almost fell back, through the door.
"Did not expect that one," she murmured.
"Hey, honey," William immerged from the sea of smiles her, "are you okay? You look like you've been running. You have a few scratches, too. You didn't take the forest short cut, did you?"
"No, no," Angela replied, "I'm fine. Just a bit… hungry."
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