I still remember the day perfectly. I remember the wet misty breeze brushing my face and drops of water falling of green vibrant leaves. I remember the last bit of freedom before it was stolen from me forever.

It was a cold day, so cold that the windows were frozen. We had five heaters going at the same time but it still didn't change the temperature, even slightly. It was a normal Saturday, I was playing on my rose gold phone and was drinking a cup on milk when I heard a small banging noise. it sounded like someone was hitting the wall. I started to walk around the house but I couldn't find anything that could explain the noise. I walked back to the couch and put in my headphones hoping to block out the noise. I worked for a while until I heard the noise again. when I took of my headphones it realized it was louder than ever. a loud banging noise was radiating around the house. it sounded like a very mad person was punching the wall. I looked out the frosty window to realize everyone on the street was outside if their house. What were they all doing outside? I opened my front door to a ocean of noise. It sounded like bombs and everyone on my street was just as confused as me.

Then people started dropping dead, there heads turned bright red and basically exploded. then the noise was replaced with screams. it felt like the whole neighborhood was screaming. I shut my door and sat down in front of it.

what the hell is going on...