3 Chapter 3

"It's clear," Mrs. Harris said.

I held May's hand as tight as I could. Going home was probably the best idea. Mom was usually home around this time, but dad should be at his work, if he hadn't left already.

"Where are we going?" May asked.

"We're going home."

Mrs. Harris turned her head.

"Where do you two live?" she asked.

"A couple of blocks down"

Mrs. Harris thought for a couple of seconds.

"I live just outside of town, but too far to travel on foot. And I can't take you two on my bike."

I nodded.

"We are too exposed on a bike right now, we don't even know what is going on," I replied.

I looked around and saw Miss Oliveira laying in a pool of her own blood. What is May going through right now? She doesn't seem to be bothered by it that much.

Mrs. Harris picked up a broom and removed the top.

"It's not much, but it's something," she said.

"We better move fast."

We checked if the playground was clear and hurried across. I never stopped holding May's hand. May's small legs walked as fast as they could. We got closer to the gate, but there was one of those things walking around.

Mrs. Harris pulled us behind a wall.

"What do we do?" May asked.

"The fences are too high to climb over," she replied.

"Is there no other way out?" I asked.

Mrs. Harris nodded negative.

"Only one solution," she said.

She grabbed the broomstick and crouched towards the man. The man turned towards Mrs. Harris and halted for a moment. Mrs. Harris stopped walking. The man started growling and began sprinting towards her. Mrs. Harris held up the broomstick in front of her, ready to defend herself. The man seemed to be in a state of absolute rage. As he came closer, Mrs. Harris readied herself. When he was as close as possible, she quickly rose up and reached out with the stick. The man seemed to have lost all form of intelligence, as he just kept running as the stick drove into his throat. He kept moving and the broomstick came out at the back of his neck. Blood gushed out, but it didn't seem to phase the man. His growling face came closer to Mrs. Harris' face and blood spurted from his mouth into hers.

Mrs. Harris seemed to be in a state of complete shock. The man slowly stopped growling as blood kept running from the wound. Mrs. Harris and the man just stood there. She let go of the broomstick and the man fell down with a loud thud.

She was shaking as she coughed and tried to wipe the blood off her face. May looked very concerned, but didn't cry.

Mrs. Harris slowly looked up to me.

"I think I got him," she said.

May and I slowly walked up to her as she pulled the broomstick from the man.

We looked at the dead body and I felt nauseous. The blood started to form a pool around the body and started creeping up to our feet. Mrs. Harris looked at the end of the stick.

"It wasn't even sharp. He just kept on running while it drove through his neck." Her voice trembled.

In the distance we heard sirens and people screaming. Mrs. Harris grabbed my hand and I grabbed May's.

"Let's get going."