You Can Run... But You Can't Hide. (ON HOLD! for a short period)

Chpt: 3- Part 2. The New Guy.

I place my ear against the closed door to hear a thump, I quickly open to see what is producing the sound. I finally see IT...Is.

I see a half naked teenage girl, slamming her head against the closet door. I don't see anything wrong with her, so I ease open the door a bit more. She looks like she is a year or two older than I was, with short wavy hair, and she is wearing a pink push up bra, that is obviously too small for her, and a matching pink g-string. I don't see what's wrong with her, yet she keeps bashing her head against the door.

"Hey, are you okay?" I ask.

But that's when I hear an abnormal gurgle, she slowly turns around and I poise my large knife ready for if things turn sour.
Then I see everything that is wrong with her, blood dripping from her mouth and down her chin, almost no right arm as if it has been gnawed off, and her whole right side has opened up, to show her rib cage.

I freeze. Unable to move, or run. I start freaking out.
What the hell is this thing?
My breath is caught in my chest, and this thing is dragging itself towards me. But I'm breaking down, what happened to her.
Was it STD's gone wrong? But what kind of disease makes limbs rot away, and blood drip from the mouth, with pale, pasty skin, and glossy white eyes? -Ebola?

But Ebola you don't have such pale, pasty skin, and the skin doesn't rot away, and the eyes are normally bloodshot and red, not white.

The closet door opens an inch,

"RUN!" Is all I hear, but I still don't move. 

"MOVE!" I hear again, in the same gruff voice. 

That's all it takes to unfreeze me, in which is good timing as the "thing" is now in arms reach, it's groping for me, it looks at me emotion still seemingly present in its, death glazed eyes. No not a emotion, an instinct, a primal drive:
Hunger!

My knife suddenly feels weightless in my hands, I swing it out by my side, and I slam the spine of the knife against its face. then again at its collar bone. It stumbles upon impact and trips over onto the floor, on its hands and knees because of its lazily placed legs.

It tries to rise, but I slam the the blade against its neck, over and over until I had gone through its muscle bone, until it was mess and gore, it was as if I had gotten all the way through to the other side of it's neck, it was hanging by a few threads of muscle. But it finally goes limp. But I don't stop, I keep going, I keep slamming the knife against the gory mess, even when the neck has been severed, I slice and hack at the carnage and. Until i'm covered in more blood, and there is a pair of strong arms restraining me. 

Tears are streaming down my face and I collapse onto the ground and squirm away from the mess I had created, and away from the unfamiliar person in front of me.

"Hey, hey... It's ok I'm not going to hurt you," the stranger tries to reassure me, as if he knows i'm afraid of him.

But all I do is curl up and cry. He walks over to me and pulls me into a hug.

"I'm not going to hurt you.... Hey thanks for doing that, it saved my ass. I've been trapped in there for two days. I heard a scream and came running. To see what has happened in the lounge, then to she this chick falls down the stairs, thought she was hurt. But she was a lot more than hurt... I guess, but it doesn't make sense, I thought I heard a little girl scream. But I didn't find out, as she chased me up into here." He states. 

"What has happened to the world?" I sob.

"I don't now, but it looks like you need a hand surviving." He smirks, and his cheeks redden, as he stands up, reaching for me to grab his hand, "My names Axl. My mum was a huge 'Guns 'n' Roses' fan, it's spelt the exact same way as the lead singer in the band." He states calmly.