Lying on his bed, Tenior held his phone beside him, face-wall, consuming nonsense videos that gradually degrades his cognitive.
Although there was light to the ceiling it was off.
His phone was the only light radiating in his room as he scrolled up through his social, looking for brief stimulating videos.
Tenior was that for the past few weeks after the academic off. He fears for himself that this would be his forever cycle. School, vacation, and rotting afterwards.
The room of his was quite cozy: varnished maple wood, a pearl white ceiling, and walls. Near the entranceway, a TV attached to the walls beside a bookshelf at the corner, filled with large books, close to an open window. The right side of the window, there, a wooden cabinet.
Besides rotting on his bed, he loves reading fantasy books. Though he despised some, 'cause of its format and him being dyslexic. And for Tenior to read a not suitable book for him was a torment.
After hours of being in bed, finally, he stood up and stretched. Bones popping, muscles relieving. The gust of the wind touched his skin. Cold. Refreshing.
Hugging himself, he strode to the window, lifted up the curtain and peered. It's now night time. The sun is setting down. The trees are moving in motion. The wind is now a lot colder.
Tenior shut the window and lowered the curtain, when he felt that he no longer can withstand the coldness it was becoming.
He sighed in relief after burning his hours doing nothing at all.
In a sudden, Tenior's stomach growled. He rubbed his stomach as the hunger made him tired. Then proceeded to open the door. However, before he opens it. His phone suddenly popped a sharp boop.
From his thought, it's probably just a notification from an influencer feed update. Though he's not quite sure, feeling trouble, he unplaced his hand on the doorknob and picked up his phone to check.
The notification wasn't the one he expected. It was from his sister, Sheryl. A message. A word from his sister. One word. Though it alarmed Tenior and made him have cold feet.
'Help.'
Wasting no time he responded with, 'Where are you?'
'House, under mom and dad's bed.'
Tenior brow rose, there's no way his sister wasn't joking and just clowning him. His sister likes to teased him and bothered him. He was used to this kind of act of her. 'Help you with what? Are you playing with me again? I told you to quit the play weeks ago.'
Afterwards, his sister replied. The response of his sister caused him to be unwell and agitated. 'I'm being serious here, please. I'm scared. Mom… and dad… scares me. Its blood everywhere… Help'
Tenior brushed off his doubt and took a deep breath. 'Wait me, don't get out under. I'll save you. Wait for me.'
'Be careful.'
There, the conversation stopped. Tenior was drenched in sweat. He opened his social for a bit. Minutes later, he came across a livestream. His eyes widened as he observed what was happening to the live. Humans eating human flesh. And the appearance of them is somewhat different than normal. Their eyes were red and had a strange image.
As far as his brain processed it, they're not humans. After a minute the stream buffer turned black and ended. He opened his message app then texted his sister. 'Do any of our parents bites?'
'Yes, please come fast. I'm scared of them.'
'Stay at your ground.'
Tenior tousled his brown hair, unaware of what to do. Then, unlocked his cabinet and checking what could help.
At the main door of the cabinet was his lovely loose shirts, denim jeans, exclusive cap hanging, and a baseball bad in the corner.
He then collected the baseball bat, gray cap, and changed his clothes to a breathable—slightly fitted black shirt layering it with a gray coat.
Afterwards, he slid open the drawer below the main door of the cabinet. There rests a Glock 19. He held the Glock and inspected the mag. It was empty. Unlucky, though he didn't care. He had some bullets in another drawer.
At last, he was done preparing, with him caring a backpack with the bat inside, and him holding a gun. Ready to kill.
Tenior unlocked the door. Trudged to the hallway. Gun aimed in front. His continuous steps broke the silence, and he passed by the stairs that lead to the first floor, approaching the room meters away, straight, where Sheryl was.
Tenior stopped, knocking on the door's room. A high-pitched screech, followed by a snarled noise and banging at the door inside the room. While an unpleasant scent assaulted his nose.
"Mom? Dad?" Hoping for anyone to answer.
However, only a snarled answered back. The banging of the door kept getting stronger and stronger as well as the growling noise.
Tenior reloaded the gun, and pushed the door with his foot, unlocking it. A two figure was also pushed, it was his mom and dad.
His dad wore a blue checkered shirt. A visible deep crimson bite mark on his father's neck. His mom otherwise, wearing a purple blouse likewise bloodstained, yet she was different from his father. The mouth of her was mouth-blood, teeth yellow.
They look dead and pale, as he had seen on the livestream before. A monster that's hungry for human flesh.
Tenior's arms were shaken, seeing this left a hole in his chest, now, he was bathing with his own sweat. Feeling a lump in his throat, his eyes welled up, quivering. Sheryl, watching him underneath the bed. The two figure swiftly advanced towards Tenior.
In a heartbeat, Tenior fired his gun at the approaching checkered man's head and dropped to the floor.
The female was quick, already pressing his shoulders, trying to bite his neck. Trying to avoid the bite, he lose the grip of his gun and fell on the floor.
This is not my mom; this is a monster, he said in his thoughts. She's not the one who worked herself to death just to raise me. The woman who dare not to hurt me verbally and physically. "I love you mom. Forgive me."
Hesitant, he jolted, kicking the monster in its groin; it had fallen to its knee. Tenior hastened by adrenaline, clutching the baseball bat in his backpack; with precision, he smashed the monster's head three times, being avoidant of blood infecting his eyes or it entering his mouth; keeping his head up was his best choice while smashing. "Don't face me Sheryl, you might get infected through its blood." Blood sprouted at Tenior's body, parts of its brain flied throughout the room.