The innocent's of a Holocaust Section 1 of Part 1

The clock on the wall hits 1:00 AM on any ordinary night i should be in bed. But tonight was not an ordinary night nor was the 3 nights before tonight. Tonight i lay awake not awake with a plan but awake out of fear. Fear that i might not hear the footsteps coming down my stairs, or the creak of my door, fear that i may not awake in time to defend myself.

I grip my miniature bat tightly as i stand up to stretch my weakend muscles. The need for nutrition is the only thing running through my head if i dont get out of here now i will surley die down here. But leaving would mean going up stairs and risking confrontation with my parents. My Mom only weghing a mere 120 pounds would be a push over. My huge 6'4 tall 240 pound fireman of a father could prove a challenge. But that is a risk i must take for survival the thought that could be confronted with the decision to bash my mother and fathers faces in was the last thing on my mind.
After all they were no longer my parents they would just as fast devour me alive than look at me in the state they are in. All it takes is a mere scratch to change you i learned that the hard way my dear sister only 9 it took her only and gut wrenching 20 minutes of screams and moans of excrutiating pain for her to die from the scratch and only 16 seconds for her to "Re-Animate" as they say. But believe me when i say it only took 2 seconds for me to spill her brains with this bat.

Enough thinking if i dont get out of here now i never will........

(WELL DATS A TASTE GIMME SOME FEED BACK AND LET ME KNOW WETHER TO CONTINUE WITH MY STORY OR NOT) happy hunting