Tom was still sprinting when something in front of him caught his eye. Immediately, he was too shocked to move, and he wildly stared at what was happening in front of him. His 11 year-old brother was sprawled on the sidewalk with a trail of blood that showed his body was dragged from the middle of the street. The little boy's eyes were lifeless, as if gazing up to the sky. Then there was Tom's father, crouched over Troy while screaming out for help.

"Dad?" Tom choked out, stepping closer.

His father spun to look at him in surprise, and then relief. But in that second, something happened. Troy moved. In a moment, the boy's teeth have already sunken into his father's shoulder. Tom watched, every part of him paralyzed that he wasn't capable of even yelling. He got himself to look at his brother, and it dawned on him. His fingers wrapped tight around the golf club. It felt heavier than it should be when he went forward and raised it.

With a loud, terrified yell, he swung down. On Troy. It hit his chest, but he still managed to move. Tom closed his eyes and took another swing. And another. And another. He felt the blood that splatted on his arms. When he opened his eyes, Troy's head was a mess on the concrete. He realized his father was screaming again. The man tried to hit Tom in rage, but he was still weak from the bite. Tom took advantage and banged his father's head with the end of the club. He didn't pass out, but fell to the ground.

"Bye," Tom whispered, before running off to the highway.

Soon, he slowed down to a walk and saw the police blocking the way to check every single person. He stood still, watching as one man gets shot down, and he saw it again - the man was back up, and attacked a cop. Tom started to walk again when a cop stopped him. "GET IN YOUR CARS!"