When the sirens blared, TVs displayed the ghostly pale skin of a once innocent boy, to an apathetic serial killer, Jeffery Woods. The urge for survival ran through your veins, Even people you have known seemed like threats towards you. blood and corpses were scattered everywhere around the neighborhood, The lonely house pets were still audibly heard within houses.

The loneliness didn't feel so bad, you kept forgetting why you hid away in the first place, checking and waiting, no FBI or SWAT cars pulled up into the neighborhood, it was as if it was no use to try and save the surviving people.

When locking yourself in one of the large basements beneath one of the abandoned mansions, the pure quietness made you stiffen in fear at every sight of each corner, always expecting someone to just peek around and attack. though every time, no one came, but your mind kept insisting something bad would happen. When silently lying on one of the unused couches, the lights dimly faltered, making you gaze around.

A sudden creak of rattling door hinges filled your ears, a cold breeze from another room connected to the one you were in flowed in, grazing over your skin- a small yet audible click of the light switch filled your ear range, staring at the direction of the sounds, you could hear the other persons heavy husked breathing through the darkness, it genuinely felt like it was a staring contest through the dark, the faint smell of iron and mold already gave it away to who it might be.