Freya Jolie Dickerson was immensely confused.
She was eating breakfast from the eggs her hen supplied while her mom and dad got dressed upstairs. Next thing she knew, her head was on the floor and she saw her mom ripped away from her vision by a figure completely coated in black. It all happened within five seconds.
She sat up, and immediately knew that something was very wrong, and that she would need to find someone else. Even though she was fourteen and was responsible enough, she still needed the reassurance of another human.
She stood up and walked into her parents room, the smell almost knocking her over. In the center of the floor, there was a large, sticky-looking puddle of mucus, like someone had sneezed really bad. But the mucus wasn't the thing giving off the powerful smell. The stench came from the walls, and when Freya saw it she couldn't help but cover her eyes and walk away.
On the clean white walls, there were large gooey looking globs stuck all over. They looked like pieces of torn up, raw chicken. The weird thing was that they all looked like those pictures of the “before smoking” lungs, like someone had literally coughed up their lungs.
She shuddered and ran into her brother's room, where thankfully he was still asleep. She patted his head and woke him up.
“What do you want?” Her brother wasn't nice, he was older so why would he have to be?
“Dude,” Freya dragged Robin off the bed and started walking him towards their parent's room. “Something really bad is happening.”
She pushed him inside and waited for him to rush back out, covering his mouth and gagging.
“What the hell is that!” He shouted, pointing into the hellhole room. “What the heck happened in there?”
He fell against the wall and slid down, burying his arms in his face. Freya frowned. She wasn't devastated about their current situation, if anything, she thought she was taking it a world better than her seventeen year old brother. But Robin had always been closer to their parents, and more emotional.
She did what any sister should and sat next to him, patting his back until he finished grieving for whatever it was.
“Get off me.” Robin shoved her off and wiped his face. Typical brother. “Oh my God. What's happening?”
Freya sat him down and told him all she had seen, and when she was finished her older brother sat, put his head in his hands, and cried.
Robin's mind always went to worst case scenario, it had always been that way. Robin wasn't the heroic, protective brother, he was usually the brother who would laugh at whatever misfortune his sister had gotten into. He typically avoided her and let her do what she wanted and she to him.
But upon seeing her weak brother's breakdown, she decided that she would stay with him, no matter what happened.
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