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The slow crawl of the buzzer sound loudly rang throughout the house. A calloused worked hand reaches from under the bed sheets and hits the top of the alarm 5:30 the suns just starting to rise and the smell of morning coffee pre set and automatically made just now in one of those pod coffee makers. The hand throws the sheets off his face and down to the edge of the bed. Has an hour till he can leave. Stretching and yawning he looks out the window at the birds picking at the ground. He wonders if they ever do get the early worm, I mean when’s the last time you’ve actually seen a bird with a worm in its mouth they’re always just picking at the ground more than likely eating seeds not worms. A loud thud is heard from the kitchen “hello” he yells thinking how stupid that was. He lives alone. “Let me just advertise my whereabouts” he thinks out loud. Looking around his room to see if there’s anything to use to fight the intruder off thud he hears. This time the intruders at his door. “Hey get the fuck out of here I’ve got a gun” he lies. The thuds grow louder it sounds like someone is banging their fists on the door. “I’m calling the cops” he yells along with “help, help” hoping the neighbors might hear him. 911 he presses into the phone and hits speaker. “We’re sorry all lines are down please try again later” he drops the phone as the door breaks open. An almost gray face is standing twelve feet in front of him. Fresh wounds to his face, they look like animal bites. All of this distracted him from the fact that this person, if you could call them that at this point, was missing a hand it was just bone. Blood covered his hallway and was streaking down the now broken door. Are you alright he wants to ask as the monstrosity in front of him lurches forward landing on top, stabbing the broken bone directly into his shoulder. Screaming in pain he tries to push the man off him but he won’t budge. He’s locked on. The man’s teeth are now firmly locked onto his neck and are pulling. He can feel the blood pooling around him. The warmth, he doesn’t even feel the second bite or the third just warmth until the darkness takes him.