Survival

Chapter 1

'When the Lamb opened the second seal,
I heard the second living creature say,
"Come!" Then another horse came out,
a fiery red one.
Its rider was given power to take peace
from the earth and to make men slay
each other.
To him was given a large sword.'

Book Of Revelations 6:3

He entered the house. That's to say he kicked the fuck out of the door until his Doc's made the deadlock bolt finally give in.
He scanned the long driveway leading up to the detached house. Eyes scanning for movement. Ears picking up any sound. Nothing
Good, he thought.
He closed the remeinder of the door and put the door chain on.
That would buy him what? Three seconds?
Or waste three seconds?
He turned and took in his surroundings. Lime green walls? Who the fuck does that?, he thought.
He also noticed numerous picture frames hanging the length of the hallway.
The closest was a foot away. He pulled it off its nail. Man. Woman. Boy. Huge fucking German Shepherd Dog.
Hopefully they had already left.
He lifted the cricket bat, which hung loosely in his right hand, put the picture down, and now grabbed the bat with both his hands. Sweaty palms making him nervous. he could feel the bat slipping his grip. Or maybe that was his immagination. He forced his flabby ass about five feet down the hallway, towards the first door. Livingroom? Most likely.
Closed door.
He tried to listen. For what? He didn't know. He wanted to be ready. For what? He didn't care. Whoever or whatever was in there, was going to get the full force of his bat right into the side of their head.
He couldn't hear anything apart from a buzing sound which he had been hearing for the past few hours. It almost deafened him.
He stepped forward more. His face inches from the door.
His right ear pressed on the door. Nothing.
He kept his ear to the door for what seemed an eternity.
'You gonna grow some balls fat boy?', he whispered.
'Get in there'.
He pulled his ear away from the once white door, now stained with the filth and blood that covered his face.
He reached for the door knob. Turned. The door swung open. He went in.
'Holy fuck!', he breathed. He stared up at the big fifty-two inch widescreen television.
'Imagine watching porn on that?', his own dumbass question brought his crashing back to reality.
'Andy you fucking prick, you need to fucking survive and all you can do is think of greasing up your cock', he said angrily to himself,'Switch back to survival mode.'
He backed out the room and searched the rest of the house.

CHAPTER 2 COMING SOON