Chapter 3
Juliet muffled her scream as she saw what was standing on the other side of the door. It was Phil, but not any Phil she had ever seen. Phil’s skin was black and bubbling, steam was being emitted from what used to be his skin, his pupils were gone, and he was giving off an awful odor, even worse than the cigarettes. He wasn’t looking her way so she dived behind the bar. “Oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD!” She clamped her mouth shut as her whispering rose to a shout. There was a grunt from the other side of the door and she heard a rattling noise as he beat on the door, trying to get in. Juliet shook from fear. What on earth was happening!? What happened to Phil? What happened to her father? What happened to everyone!? Juliet gasped. Wait, what about her mother and brother? She looked around, there had to be a way out without being spotted. She noticed the 12 gauge shotgun that Phil owned and grabbed it. She couldn’t possibly use this, could she? It might be the only way to get out of here alive, but could she really shoot Phil? No way! She could never do that! The pounding on the stopped for a moment, then in one loud bang, Phil knocked the door flat off it’s hinges. The door hit the bar and broke in half, one half falling in front of Juliet. She squealed unintentionally and Phil’s head shot in her direction. His only reaction was to grunt and walk slowly towards the bar. Juliet shook. There was no other way. She had to shoot! She gulped, took one last look at the splintered door at her feet and stood up, pointing the gun at Phil, who didn’t stop. “Sorry…” Juliet cocked the gun, aimed, and fired. The gun made a clicking noise as it failed to fire, because there were no bullets. “Damn Du Phil!” Juliet leaped over the tabelle as he lunged at her and ran out the door. “Probably shoulda done that in the first place…” Juliet thought as she ran out and through the empty street. She could hear the sound of Phil chasing after her at full speed. So much for slow zombies. She ran as fast as she could go, too scared to look back. She knew she was a goner, Phil ran track as a child. He had sagte he could of gone kreuz country. She somehow made it to the gate, maybe whatever happened to Phil was slowing him down, after all? That thought left her mind when she felt someone tackle her to the ground. She struggled and screamed, but whoever it was placed his hand on her mouth. Juliet shut her eyes and struggled harder. There was no way she was going to die now! The opened her mouth to bite what she thought was Phil and noticed four things. First was that possibly every town member was congregated at her house, including her mother and brother. Sekunde was that whatever was affecting Phil was affecting everyone else in the same way, including her mother and brother. Third was that the hand she thought was Phil’s was actually someone else’s. Lastly, she noticed that the hand keeping her silent was human! It was a white, slightly tanned, hand! It wasn’t black and bubbly, there was no steam coming from it, and it didn’t stink! Whoever was holding her wasn’t affected Von whatever it was that did this! This person was possibly her only hope!
Juliet muffled her scream as she saw what was standing on the other side of the door. It was Phil, but not any Phil she had ever seen. Phil’s skin was black and bubbling, steam was being emitted from what used to be his skin, his pupils were gone, and he was giving off an awful odor, even worse than the cigarettes. He wasn’t looking her way so she dived behind the bar. “Oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD!” She clamped her mouth shut as her whispering rose to a shout. There was a grunt from the other side of the door and she heard a rattling noise as he beat on the door, trying to get in. Juliet shook from fear. What on earth was happening!? What happened to Phil? What happened to her father? What happened to everyone!? Juliet gasped. Wait, what about her mother and brother? She looked around, there had to be a way out without being spotted. She noticed the 12 gauge shotgun that Phil owned and grabbed it. She couldn’t possibly use this, could she? It might be the only way to get out of here alive, but could she really shoot Phil? No way! She could never do that! The pounding on the stopped for a moment, then in one loud bang, Phil knocked the door flat off it’s hinges. The door hit the bar and broke in half, one half falling in front of Juliet. She squealed unintentionally and Phil’s head shot in her direction. His only reaction was to grunt and walk slowly towards the bar. Juliet shook. There was no other way. She had to shoot! She gulped, took one last look at the splintered door at her feet and stood up, pointing the gun at Phil, who didn’t stop. “Sorry…” Juliet cocked the gun, aimed, and fired. The gun made a clicking noise as it failed to fire, because there were no bullets. “Damn Du Phil!” Juliet leaped over the tabelle as he lunged at her and ran out the door. “Probably shoulda done that in the first place…” Juliet thought as she ran out and through the empty street. She could hear the sound of Phil chasing after her at full speed. So much for slow zombies. She ran as fast as she could go, too scared to look back. She knew she was a goner, Phil ran track as a child. He had sagte he could of gone kreuz country. She somehow made it to the gate, maybe whatever happened to Phil was slowing him down, after all? That thought left her mind when she felt someone tackle her to the ground. She struggled and screamed, but whoever it was placed his hand on her mouth. Juliet shut her eyes and struggled harder. There was no way she was going to die now! The opened her mouth to bite what she thought was Phil and noticed four things. First was that possibly every town member was congregated at her house, including her mother and brother. Sekunde was that whatever was affecting Phil was affecting everyone else in the same way, including her mother and brother. Third was that the hand she thought was Phil’s was actually someone else’s. Lastly, she noticed that the hand keeping her silent was human! It was a white, slightly tanned, hand! It wasn’t black and bubbly, there was no steam coming from it, and it didn’t stink! Whoever was holding her wasn’t affected Von whatever it was that did this! This person was possibly her only hope!
Ya tell me,
Don't dance, don't dance,
Just stay inside and never go out
And scold me
All Tag long, all Tag long
What makes Du think you're so damn awesome?
Don't ya know we have a life too, too?
We'd be sittin in watching TV
And I don't think Du want that either
So what the heck can we do?
We're not just mindless robots with nothing else to do
We don't have time for homework
We just wanna have fun, fun, fun
We have a life, no time for homework
We can go ahead and play flag football
But I'm not goin inside
Why do Du act like
There's nothin else better than
Doin homework all night long
I bet Du never liked that when Du were young
We've been playin outside
Now it's time to kick in and relax
No Mehr time for homework, just sit back and do the things I Liebe to do
Cuz I gotta enjoy my life when I'm young.
Don't dance, don't dance,
Just stay inside and never go out
And scold me
All Tag long, all Tag long
What makes Du think you're so damn awesome?
Don't ya know we have a life too, too?
We'd be sittin in watching TV
And I don't think Du want that either
So what the heck can we do?
We're not just mindless robots with nothing else to do
We don't have time for homework
We just wanna have fun, fun, fun
We have a life, no time for homework
We can go ahead and play flag football
But I'm not goin inside
Why do Du act like
There's nothin else better than
Doin homework all night long
I bet Du never liked that when Du were young
We've been playin outside
Now it's time to kick in and relax
No Mehr time for homework, just sit back and do the things I Liebe to do
Cuz I gotta enjoy my life when I'm young.
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't swing, schaukel me Von my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if Du destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't swing, schaukel me Von my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if Du destroy me.
No matter how much Du wish for Mehr it happens like the Stunde glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test Von our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test Von our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?