Evil

This short story is based off of that Facebook status as me being in a horror movie and my friends playing certain roles in the movie. I kinda changed the characters up a little bit, but I did use their names. Enjoy!

I was with a group of friends walking through a field on a cold October night. It was about a week before Halloween, the scariest night of the year. For us, this night would become the scariest one of our lives.

The five of us made our way through the field, each of us had a few weapons with us since we were investigating attacks on people located in the town near the field. I had two pistols, a shotgun, and an AK-47; Katy carried a pistol, rifle, knife, and grenades; Garrett carried a shotgun and sniper rifle; Megan carried a pistol and rifle; and Darren carried a shotgun, flamethrower, and a sniper rifle. We thought we were all prepared to confront whatever had attacked the people; little did we know it would take more than a few fancy weapons.

As we searched the field for clues, I heard some rustling in the bushes behind Darren. Out of nowhere, a black shadow suddenly emerged beside him. Without hesitation, I fired three shots from one of my pistols and the shadow, which dropped to the ground with a thud. I ran over to where the thing had come from and shined my flashlight on it. It appeared to be a dog, yet it didn't look like an ordinary dog: it seemed more sinister, larger teeth and a bulkier build than a dog of that species.

While we were looking at the dog's body, Katy and Megan screamed in horror. Turning, I looked over and saw a horde of dogs similar to the dead one surrounding them and Garrett. Darren and I got up, ran over to them, and began firing at the dogs. Soon, more dogs appeared from around us and we decided to run for it.

"Go!" I shouted. "Keep going! I'll hold them off!"

As we ran through the field, I fired several shots at the dogs from both of my pistols. I didn't really see if I hit any of them; I just kept firing at them and running as fast as I could. Suddenly, the shadow of a mansion loomed over us. We stopped running for a moment to decide what to do.

"What do we do?" Megan asked.

"I don't know, but we better move fast, the dogs are gaining on us!" I shouted.

"Let's go in the house! We'll be safer there!" Katy suggested.

We ran inside the house and jammed the door behind us. After jamming the door, we caught our breath and I reloaded my pistols and put them away. As we looked around the room we had entered, Garrett began to panic.

"What the hell are we going to do?" he asked. "We're surrounded by killer dogs and we're in a house with who-knows-what in it! What are we going to do?"

"Calm down, Garrett!" I yelled. "We're going to look around this house and see if we can find any inhabitants. We might find some clues about the murders too. We'll split into two groups: Darren and I will explore the west side and you three go for the east. If anything happens, call for help and we'll get to you. Got it?"

The rest of the group nodded and went up the stairs to the east side of the house. Darren and I got our weapons ready and opened the door into a kitchen. As we walked through the kitchen, I suddenly noticed blood on the ground near a grandfather clock. I bent down to look at it while Darren kept looking around the room.

While I was looking at the blood, the door next to me opened. A nightmarish thing came through the door. It was a human, but he looked as if he were undead. It was almost as if he were a zombie of some sort. I stood up and reached for one of my pistols when the zombie punched me in the face, sending me crashing to the ground. He started advancing on me as I reached for the pistol when Darren fired three shots at him. The third shot decapitated the zombie and his body fell to the ground.

"Are you alright?" Darren asked as he helped me up.

"Yeah, I'll live. Thanks for that."

"Don't mention it."

We made our way through the rest of the west side of the mansion. We encountered several hordes of zombie-like creatures which we easily took out; Darren's AK-47 came in extremely handy in taking them out quickly. Eventually, he and I reached a large door in the center of the building. While we talked about going in or not, the rest of the group met up with us.

"Funny meeting you here," I said. "Did you guys find anything?"

"We found a bunch of zombie like things walking the hallways. All of them tried attacking us and we took them out," Megan said.

"Have you guys been in here yet?" I asked, pointing to the door.

"No, should we check it out?"

"Lets"

I opened the door and the five of us walked into the room. It was a rather large room; it seemed unreal that it would be able to fit into the house. The ceiling dwarfed all of us since it was so high. We each took out a weapon and began scouting out the room. I was looking around near a wall with my pistols and attention focused on finding any clues when I was suddenly grabbed from behind by a hooded figure.

I tried to fight back but the figure grabbed my hands and brought me to the ground. Everyone else heard me struggling and ran over to help me. The figure suddenly pulled out a knife and held over my shoulder, ready to stab me.

"Go ahead if you have the guts," I snarled.

The figure brought down his hand but before he could complete his movement, Megan slammed into him, sending both of them flying past me. I quickly stood up and moved to help Megan when a single shot rang out. Megan screamed in pain and collapsed to the ground.

"No! Megan!" I screamed before the figure turned around and fired a shot at me. The bullet pierced me in my lower ribs and I fell over, trying to stop the bleeding. The other three pointed their guns at the figure when he suddenly froze.

"Who the hell are you?" Darren demanded.

The figure laughed and lowered his hood. It was a man in his mid-forties and was dressed in all black, wearing sunglasses, and his hair was carefully groomed to his satisfaction.

"I? I am George Wilbur, owner of this mansion and proud scientist who created all of the zombies you fools have discovered tonight!"

"So you're the one responsible for the deaths of those people," Katy said.

Wilbur laughed. "That's right, young lady."

"You'll never get away with this." Garrett declared.

"Of course I will. Once I kill all of you, there will be nobody who knows what I have done here!" Wilbur laughed again and pulled out a pistol of his own. I slowly reached for one of my pistols in my pocket and made sure it was loaded; Wilbur didn't notice me reaching for it. "Now, which one of you shall be the first to die?"

He pointed his gun at Katy "Eenie." He pointed it at Garrett, "Meenie" He pointed it at Darren "Miney"

I raised my gun and fired one shot. Wilbur suddenly stopped and his smile turned to a look of confusion. Blood starting pouring from his neck where the bullet had pierced him. He fell the ground and dropped his gun as he slumped over, dead.

"Moe," I said before standing up. I walked over to the rest of them, my hand over my gunshot wound.

Darren ran over and helped me walk. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It just bounced off my ribs."

Megan suddenly groaned from the ground and stood up. We all gasped in shock at the site of her.

"Megan!" I exclaimed "How-?"

She opened up her jacket and showed us the bulletproof vest she was wearing.

"Wear the vest, protect your chest," she said, making us all laugh.

We then left Wilbur where he was and made our way through the mansion back to the entrance. It seemed as if though the zombies required Wilbur to control them constantly since we met none going back to the entrance and once we were outside, the dogs ran up to us, seemingly back to normal. We made our way back through the fields with the dogs following us, wagging their tails. We all knew that all would be well.