10 months and 2 weeks ago
Jill could hear what was probably the front window shattering and didn’t stop to think as she heard an unmistakable snarl. She dropped the gun in favour of grabbing her father. She tucked her arms under his armpits and tried to hoist him up.
“Come on dad!” she cried but he didn’t seem to hear her, eyes rolling back into his head.
Jill gave up and started to drag him but her father was by no means a light man. They’d never make it to the door in time.
Her eyes scanned the floor for the gun that she’d so carelessly dropped in her panic but it was nowhere in sight. Jill collapsed onto the floor with her father in her lap, tears streaming down her face. She could hear the creatures getting closer but kept her eyes focused on him. If these were going to be her last moments with her father she would prefer to remember the least nightmarish part.
“I love you,” she whispered, squeezing his hand. “I’m sorry dad.”
She pressed a kiss to the least bloody part of his forehead, disentangled herself from his limp form and had just enough time to see the creature lunge.
Jill dived behind the sofa and closed her eyes. She was going to die. She could smell its stench from here. She was going to die and there was nothing she could do. She waited.
When Jill heard the unforgettable sound of ripping flesh she couldn’t stay put any longer. Fuelled by a new sense of horror, she sprinted towards the back door and slammed it shut behind her.
They’ll eat anything.
She leaned against the door for a moment, gasping as she tried to keep the bile from rising in her throat.
Jill found herself face to face with Jack. His eyes were comically wide and he was doing that crocodile smile again. It was a rather disturbing expression.
He was holding her father’s gun.
“I - you -”
Jill promptly threw up on him and Jack dropped the gun right into her hands.