After the news report ended we didn't have much else to do at that point but wait.

Dad had called the police and after going through the horrid experience of reliving the entire experience and explaining what had happened here, they assured us that they were on their way.

That was forty five minutes ago.

I glanced up at my dad from my spot on the floor. He was standing in the kitchen again mindlessly staring out the small window above the sink.

"Dad?" I called softly.

The only indication that he had heard me was the slight tilt of his head. He never stopped staring out the window.

"I... I don't think anyone is coming. It's been almost an hour."

"They'll come." He said simply.

"But what if they don't? Then what?"

"They'll come."

"Bu-"

"They'll come!" He snapped as he finally turned to look at me.

I stared at him wide eyed. He looked like a man who was on the brink of insanity.

Wild blood shot eyes, chest heaving, fists clenched.

He didn't bother saying anything else as he turned and went back to his mindless staring and I didn't bother either as my attention was drawn to the TV again as music accompanied by the words "Breaking News" flashed across the screen.

The screen changed and a woman with short blonde hair was standing a few feet in front of an ambulance in what looked like a suburban neighborhood.

She stared at the camera for a few seconds, obviously waiting on her cue that she was live before she started speaking.

"This is Susan O'Neill with channel four news and I'm here reporting live at the site of yet another attack here in Southfield, Michigan. I'm here with a witness, Chris Stapleton, who saw it all go down. Chris can you tell us what happened and what exactly it is that you saw?"

The camera zoomed out a little and panned to the right as Susan held out her microphone, to show a black male, probably in his early forties. He was covered in sweat and dressed in a gray muscle shirt that was covered in what could only be blood and black running shorts.

It looked like he had just finished a work out from hell.

Chris ran his hand over his face before glancing back at the ambulance and then back at Susan.

"I had just come back from my run like I do every evening and was getting ready to head on inside." He motioned behind him to where I assumed his house was. "That's when I heard it. Screaming. Screaming a-and... and growling." He swallowed hard before continuing. "I looked down the street and there a couple of houses down I saw this big ass dog tearing into Jim."

"And Jim, that's your neighbor?" Susan clarified, like that mattered.

Chris nodded.

"Yeah. I ran to my garage where I keep my hunting guns, grabbed one, and ran back down there to help him. It wasn't until I got up close to him that I realized it wasn't a dog at all."

"I don't know what that thing was, but I know I could smell it from a mile away. It smelled like roadkill. Like death." He scrunched his face up like he was clearly remembering the smell. "That thing was tearing into Jim's leg bad and it wasn't about to let go. So, I shot it. I shot it but it didn't do a damn thing. I might as well have thrown a pebble at it. It took seven shots for it to finally let go and then I think I had only pissed it off cause it charged at me. That thing had seven bullets in it and it was still up and moving."

Chris took a shuttering breath.

"When it charged at me I could see it clearly. It had these eyes. I've never seen anything like it before. Pieces of its body were... falling off man. Whatever that thing was, it wasn't normal, wasn't natural." He shook his head. "I fired at it two more times but it kept coming. At that point I was convinced that the damn thing couldn't be killed. It was only when I shot it in the head that it died."

Susan nodded, wide eyed, completely caught up in his story.

"And then what happened Chris?"

Chris looked back at the ambulance again and shook his head.

"I went over to Jim. His leg had almost been torn completely off. He was screaming in pain. By then other people started coming outside to see what was going on. I tried to get him to stay calm while I called the police but as we waited it just got worse. It was real bad man."

"By the time they got here he was a mess. Screaming, seezing, he even started foaming at the mouth. I don't-"

Everybody suddenly turned to face the ambulance as there was a sudden commotion in the background as you could see the ambulance they were standing a few feet in front of start to shake and rock back and forth.

You could hear muffled yelling and the shadows of the people inside frantically moving around from the two little windows in the back.

The back doors of the ambulance suddenly flew open and a paramedic tumbled out, covered in blood, holding his hands to his neck where blood was gushing out, and screaming hysterically.

He used what little strength he had in his legs and his arm that he wasn't using to push against the gaping hole in his neck to frantically drag himself away from the ambulance, a trail of blood following him.

The other paramedic was laying half slumped over a stretcher which held a man. A man that was biting into the paramedic's face and neck, blood covering his mouth.

Screams could be heard from everywhere.

The driver of the ambulance scrambled out and took off as did the other neighbors who had all come out to see what had been going on.

Susan, who look absolutely terrified still had enough in her to do her job and turn towards the camera.

"Are you getting this Shane?!"

You could hear someone in the background yell, "We're still rolling!"

As if realizing that he suddenly had an audience, the man who had been devouring the paramedic's face suddenly looked up.

Bits of flesh from the paramedic were still hanging from his mouth.

I felt like I was going to be sick.

"Jim, man what the hell?!" Chris yelled as he looked at his neighbor with wide horrified eyes.

That was Jim?!

Looking closer, sure enough I could see a white gauze wrapped around his left calf soaked in blood. Whether it was his or the paramedic's I wasn't sure. There was so much blood in the back of that ambulance.

Jim cocked his head left and right, unnaturally, almost like a bird.

"Jim, man what the hell have you done?!"

Jim suddenly whipped his head towards Chris and snarled before tossing the dead paramedic off him.

He climbed out of the stretcher, his movements almost robotic like. As soon as he feet hit the ground his left leg gave out on him, bending at an awkward angle as he fell but he didn't even seem to notice. He pulled himself forward still snarling and snapping his bloody teeth as he tried his best to get to Chris who by now had taken several steps back and out of his reach.

Susan who just like Chris had taken several steps back and out of Jim's reach was standing next to the camera now.

"You still getting all of this?" Her voice was nothing but a horrified whisper now.

"I'm getting it." The voice that I assumed belonged to Shane answered back.

"Jim!"

All heads turned as a lady with dark hair, dressed in a white blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt, and heels came running towards Jim.

"Jim?! Jim!" She continued to wail.

"Where's my husband?! Where is he?!" She demanded as she rounded the ambulance.

"Sophie wait!" You could hear Chris call out to her.

But it was too late.

The moment she laid eyes on her husband she gasped and was instantly in front of him, on her knees, and pulling him into a hug.

"Honey, wha-"

That was all she got out before he was tearing into her neck, pulling flesh from bone.

Her screams filled the air and were soon joined by those who hadn't fled yet and were still outside watching the scene unfold.

The screams amplified and by then Susan and her cameraman had seen enough. Clearly realizing the danger they were putting themselves in by staying there.

In their attempt to get away someone knocked over the camera stand.

It was right as the camera was falling towards Jim and his now dead wife, right before the screen went dark that I saw it.

Saw them.

His eyes.

Jim's eyes.

They were exactly like those things.

I slowly turned to look up, where my dad was now standing right next to me a look of horror on his face as he continued to stare at the now blank screen.

"Dad?" I called out to him.

He slowly turned his head to look down at me.

I shook my head.

"The police...They aren't coming."