Two steps infront of me was the blood eating beast with the name of James. Blood covering his shirt and mouth and the dead victim laying in front of him. My own brother killing our mother. He ran off quickly before I could ask any questions. He quickly came running back with more blood on his shrt and face his girlfriend dropped from his arms down into the forming pile of dead bodies infront of him. He repeated this with my younger brother and sister, all without shedding a tear or saying a word. He looked me in the eyes and muttered the two words i never wanted to hear, "you're next". Seconds after I felt my kneck oozing with blood until I fell into eternal darkness.