An inhumane groan came from the mans throat, edging my panic ever so slightly making a short gasp appear from my lips. I did not dare move or blink as the wondering figure walked into my room. I had made it to the closet while his back was turned but my lingering feeling that I lead him even closer was still stuck in my brain. Stupid... Is all I could think as I managed to catch the mans eyes. They looked dead and grey as the bad days are usually. (Hes a zombie...) I ignored the childish thought and presumed he was an alcoholic man at his very best drunk. He didn't seem to be smart enough to do anything but groan and gurgle while searching the room. And I was stuck there with the thought of that mum had to deal with this drunk and got hurt while trying. My bones ached for her soft arms of safety but I sucked it up (quietly) and thought more on the fact that he was...getting closer...and I didn't have time for any dumb thoughts....I had to act no- A piercing scream ran through the streets of a woman in high pain. I hid my gasp as the flash of it being my mother gave me night terrors still awake. Although...The man was attracted to it??? He was clawing against my now scratched window  looking like the woman was his lover. I decided it was a chance of escape slowly opening my closet door without a sound. A slight feeling of victory went through my mind as I eased out of my hiding spot and tiptoed out of my room. Half of me wanted to run down stairs screaming with my hands above my head but I focused on not driving any more attention from him and my foot landed softly with the other while panic twisted more.. in my stomach. 

So far so good as I tiptoed down the stairs. The stairs were wooden and used to creak loudly when I was little as I tumbled down them. I was careful not to step on the spots (that I knew from childhood) That made creaking noises and ran to the kitchen once my feet hit the flat ground again. I searched for anything grabbing my small leather backpack. Stuffing food and other supplies (like torches and can openers) into my bag wasn't easy at first but I managed after sorting everything out neatly. I figured it wasn't good to stay in the house anymore with a raging alcoholic in my home. My breath calmed again as I didn't hear the guy anymore walking around and relaxed fully when I grabbed my old hockey stick I used to play with as a weapon (if the dude wanted to try me). 

I even held my chin up high with bravery as I walked to the door. I heard noises outside like the man but... in different pitches and some, even sounded womanly? What was going on outside? Did the whole town get drunk? I wondered as I slowly opened the door.

All that hope and bravery drifted of into the non existent wind as I saw...Men upon woman....walking in strange ways...eating....something on the ground with a human leg.... and having the same eyes...as I saw in the not so drunk man now. Oh god... this was really happening.