A man stepped out of the house, carrying a briefcase with him. He was tall and burly, but anxiously glanced around before carrying on towards the car.

The car in question was a massive tow truck, old and rusted. It was a miracle that it ran at all, as it looked like it would fall apart at any moment. The man however, shoved the briefcase into the back just as the first drop of rain fell. He looked at the sky as dark storm clouds began to roll in, casting on last look at the case, and hurried towards the drivers part of the car as rain started to pour from the heavens, drenching him almost immediately. 

He coughed as he got in, shakily putting the keys in and twisting it. A cough and growl came from the hood, and the man looked out the window at it, his face twisting with worry. The engine died for a moment, before a growl came from it and the truck started operating normally. The man's face relaxed with relief, as he stuck his head back in the truck and brushed aside his dripping wet hair out of his eye and put the truck into drive. He eased his foot on the gas pedal, and the truck moved out the driveway and onto the road.

About two miles down the road, he turned onto a highway and began to cough violently. It felt like a fire was in his lungs, and no matter how much he coughed, whatever was in his throat would not budge. He coughed into his fist, looking down at his hands on the steering wheel, and a clap of thunder and a flash of lightning hid the sound of a massive eighteen wheeler honking its horn as the two truck began to veer off towards it. Once the man looked up, it was to late.

"Oh, fuck." He muttered under his breath and the two trucks collided and the tow truck flipped, sending the case flying, and when it opened, it sprung open. Little did any of the bystanders, police, paramedics, or truck driver know that something very, very bad was about to happen upon the entire world, as the same situation was happening everywhere at the same time, for no good reason....

An 11 year old sat in front of the TV in her house, bored out of her mind. A bowl of popcorn sat next to her, which her one year old brother promptly threw on the floor. She groaned, flopping a hand over her eyes. "Seriously Liam?" She said, glancing down at Liam, who then laughed as at her. She rolled her eyes before bending down and picking up the popcorn bowl, and the remaining popcorn. "Your eating this now." She said, scooping up all the popcorn that fell on the floor and putting it in his lap. "Kids? What was that sound?" Came a call from the kitchen, causing the girl's head to shoot up. "Nothing Mom! Just the popcorn bowl!" She called, earning an audible sigh from the kitchen. Then, screaming and banging came from the front door, and the girl's head whipped around so fast it probably caused whiplash, her eyes wide.

Her mother emerged from the kitchen, her eyes as wide as her daughters. "Is everything alright?" She asked quietly, holding a frying pan. The girl only shrugged, earning a worried look from her mother. More banging and more screaming came from the door, making the little boy on the couch to start crying. The two woman in the room looked at eachother, and the older one started towards the door. "Macy. Take your brother upstairs and don't leave until I come get you, alright?" The mother said, staring at Macy until she nodded and picked her brother up. 

"Good." her mother said as her daughter went up the stairs and into her room, and doing her best to calm her brother down. Just as her brother stopped crying....

A shrill scream came from the door, making Macys blood run cold. There was silence around the house for a few minutes. /Okay. In 30 seconds, if Mom doesn't come get you, you have to go down there and check it out./ She thought to herself, and waited. 

/Five.../

No Mom.

/Four.../

Still no Mom.

/Three.../

Nothing....

/Two..../

Still nothing...

/One./

Time to check it out.

Macy opened the door, wincing at the creak it made. She shakily made her way downstairs, cringing at sound she made. The house was quiet, to quiet for the girl's comfort. Easing her way towards the front door, she passed the living room, and entered the hallway towards the hallway.

Was that....chewing?

Macy anxiously peeked around the corner, mentally preparing herself for whatever was over there, but obviously nothing could have prepared her for this.

She screamed, stumbling back and thudding against the wall into the living room.

Blood was everywhere, covering the walls. A frying pan lay discarded by the door, and right in the middle of the hallway....was her mother. Dead and bleeding on the floor, blood pouring from her wounds. The amount of flesh and innards that where exposed made Macy want to throw up, which was surprising, since she had a strong stomach and could look at anything gross without even feeling the slightest bit sick. She was barely able to tear her gaze away from her mother's body, and towards the thing that had kill it.

This time she did throw up.

A thing crouched near the door, a little ways from the frying pan. It was humanoid, it's flesh decaying and blood covering it. A tattered shirt and pants were barely covering its body, and bones where exposed everywhere. It looked at Macy, and made a inhuman shriek before charging. The girl screamed, getting up and running, vaulting over the couch and running out of the door and into the forest, completely forgetting about everything.