“Marie!” she cried out once again when she heard her Aunt screaming. There was a lot of shuffling going on within the house. “Mariiieeee!” she screamed at the door. She banged her fist against the door, jingling the handle with force. “Marie!” she screamed again. When she screamed her name last, everything in the house went silent. Isabel stopped for a split moment, and realized the back door had been knocked out. Isabel pushed herself from the door, and running as fast as she could around the house. She pushed open the gated fence and pushing past all the weeds in the backyard. She ran straight into the glass door, only to see a horror show within the house. Blood was everywhere. Isabel stood frozen in front of the glass door, scared. She heard some slight shuffling from within. “Ma-marie?” She called out into the house. Isabel heard a slight sharp gasp coming from within.

Isabel stepped into the house, breaking some on the glass with her shoes. “Marie?” she called out. As she continued into the house, the glass shuffling against the floor slowly to fade away, till she could hear the squeaking of her shoes. She walked into the hallway with all the blood, and saw that the blood had lead upstairs. Isabel turned her back against the front door and looked around. She noticed that the weapon her aunt had used was tossed to the side. “Marie!” she screamed, running up the stairs. She followed the trail of blood to the master bedroom.

There she saw her uncles body on the ground motionless, and unrecognizable. The boils had busted open, causing the worse smell. Isabel covered her face almost instantly. She looked around, and noticed her aunt on her bed. Isabel rushed over to her, pulling her aunt into her arms. “Marie?” She asked, as she turned to see half of her face gone. Trying not to make any sudden faces towards her aunt, she hugged her. “Marie!” she cried out! “Darling.. run.. run somewhere safe!” her aunt cried out, before the last bit of air escaped her lungs. 

Isabel released her aunt, looking around. Not sure where to do, Isabel just ran from the room, and down the stairs. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she stopped and fell to her knees, crying. What was happening, and what was she going to do? She wiped her tears, standing back up and slowly making her way back to the back door. She turned for a moment to look at the TV, and noticed that it went blank. She walked out of the house, and into yard, unsure where to go from that point.

Isabel looked around, taking in the fresh air. Wind blowing in her hair, and the sun beaming down against her skin. She wiped the remaining tears from her face and began to jog out of the yard. Isabel remembered that there was a police station a few blocks from her aunt’s house, and was sure that someone there could help. 

As she slowly jogged, she noticed the streets were quite. Ridiculously quite. Hardly any cars, people walking around, and the bird were gone. She stayed within the yards of houses, to ensure nothing saw her, or she saw something.. else. After a short time of nothing, she reached the police station. Yet, there was no cars of any sort. When she walked up to the building, the front door had been kicked in, papers everywhere, and no one in site. She stepped into the building, looking around for any useful items.
 
~To Be Continued for Roberts Part