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The door continued to rattle violently as I now thought about the tube I had just dropped on the hallway, my only option now was to flee as fast as I could. I opened the window and tore through mosquito net making a hole big enough to fit. I quickly went through the hole, my right foot reached the frame of the window while my left hand held the wall to keep me from falling. Once my two feet where out of the house I reached for the small built in ladder that lead to the rooftop, originally designed to fill the gas tank, but now my only escape route. My left hand grabbed one of the warm metal rods that made the stairs and as soon as I had a good grip I swung my feet towards the other metal bars. My feet briefly slipped but my right hand landed accurately in the same rod where my left hand still gripped tightly. As soon as my feet where correctly aligned with the bar and now helped my arms with my body’s weight I heard the bedroom door finally give in.
I could hear it being torn apart and whoever…whatever was on the other side stormed the room. I took one step up the ladder and decided to look through the window in an attempt to explain this surreal moment. It was a man, torn clothes dangled from his body, blood oozed from a massive hole on the left side of his head. A yellowish bone pointed in an abnormal angle from his right arm, it was impossible that he was still alive from such grotesque wounds, let alone running and destroying doors. My eyes met with his, a hellish growl escaped his mouth as he charged towards the window, shattering the glass and lashing feverishly to try and grab me. His right arm caught a piece of my shirt, fortunately it was the one with the bone so it didn`t provide enough grip to pull me down. Feeling his…that things hand was the signal my stunned brain needed to climb as quickly as I could up to the rooftop.
Once on the rooftop I sat down almost falling from the shock, I hugged my knees and almost burst in a desperate stream of tears. Adrenaline and fear quickly sprang me to my feet; my tears would have to wait. Fuck…can that thing climb? if it can climb I’m as good as dead, think Alex, think, what’s your best choice? Go down to the small balcony enter the house and run downstairs, bad idea, I have to go through the small hall leading to my bedroom, if he catches a glimpse of me I’m fucked. Climb back down the ladder to the service room, I got lucky once with that grab, better not push my luck. Fuck! What do I do?! Jump on to the roof on top of the porch, jump down and fully throttle Bob out of here.
I started towards the ledge of the roof on the front part on the house when my mind was caught by the complete mayhem that was going all around. Several fires had started at different locations as far as the highway. A couple of trucks and cars were now the sight of a horrific accident not much further down the road, I could hear screams and growls all around me. A heavy screech coming from my back remembered me I had to get the fuck out of there as fast as I could. Sat briefly on the ledge and without thinking I jumped down on the small tiled roof that has maybe two meters below, a hard thud followed my fall and the recoil made my left eyebrow hit my knee. No time for pain, I have to keep moving. I got up and started for the ledge of that small roof, the fall was probably also two meters, but from here I could fall on grass, which would at least cushion the fall.
I was nearing the ledge and was almost ready to jump but…fuck! Bob’s key, where the fuck did I leave it?! Panic started running up my spine, for an instant, anxiety got a hold of me and I felt I was just about to die. In that instant that felt like hours, involuntary tears now mixed in my cheeks with the blood that poured from my eyebrow brom the previous blow. My breath was so fast that my body could barely feel the oxygen feeding the muscles; a complete sense of the most pure fear started to quickly overcome any other emotion and slowly started to paralyze me. No, think Alex where are the fucking keys, where did you leave them, the table! The table beside the front door on the bottom floor! I cleared the tears from my cheeks and in a burst of something between anger and adrenaline got me back together. Fuck that, I’m not going to stay here and do nothing; if I’m going to die here today I might as well go down with a fight.
I hurried to the edge of the small roof and lay down on my stomach with my head reaching out as far as possible to see if could get a glimpse of the key. The entrance to the house in which mere minutes ago there was a glass door, now looked like a grotesque crime scene. Blood was scattered across the floor, so much blood, it painted the walls, the couch and I could even see some dripping from the hung TV. It was like a scene from a Quentin Tarantino movie, it was completely surreal. My guess was that the thing that was now trashing and growling loudly in I hope still my room and not the ceiling, had cut itself when bashing through the glass. Maybe the huge gash on its head was created by a piece of glass.
Keys, keys, where are the fucking keys, I scanned the table but the keys were nowhere to be found. I kept scanning the gruesome scene until I spotted the unmistakable orange key chain my dad had brought me from one of his vacations. I could hear my heartbeat as I gained the courage to take the leap and make a run for Bob. A couple of minutes later, without thinking about it I leapt from the roof to the soft grass below, miraculously I managed to land on my feet and without any further injuries. I ran as fast as I could inside the house and as I tried to grab the keys and propel myself in the other direction, the fragments of glass and blood on the floor made my feet lose all grip and sent me crashing to the ground.
As I hit the ground and part of the metal frame that used to hold the door I could hear movement upstairs, instantly I knew I had caught the attention of my assailant and it was a matter of seconds before he came crashing down to hunt me. In one single move I was back on my feet and running as fast as I could towards Bob. I could now hear the thing that was in my house gaining ground behind my back, it could have easily had two sets of lungs and the speed of an Olympic athlete. I jumped on Bob, turned the key and as soon as I slammed the throttle I felt something pulling my hair. Fuck.