Teddy Baker Season 2 Finale 

Survivors of the Z’s – Teddy Baker, outside Wales

A few years ago-

The kids played 
They played alright. They laughed, played games and smiled their way through the lovely evening. It was such a warm evening, so warm that you could wander around in your underwear and not feel a chill. That’s how warm it was and I loved it. The sky was clear and the stars gazed down their grins. It was like poetry in motion. Like it was made for me at that moment. 
My kids
My wife
She looked over at me and held my hand as we watched our children play in the backgarden. She wore nothing but her nightgown and I wore nothing but my baggy t shirt and boxer shorts. We were relaxed. Just my family and I enjoying the peaceful summer evening without a care in the world. That’s what it was. I enjoyed the smiles, the love in my wife’s eyes as she looked at me and the innocent giggles that fluttered into my ears 
My children’s giggles
The best thing a father could ever hear.
The best thing a father would ever hear.
   “Tonight just feels so special,” she said
   “It doesn’t get any better,” I said
   “This is all I need right here, nothing more,” she told
Who needs the world when you have a beautiful family?
Who needs the world when you have a wife and two amazing children who love you?
Who needs the world when you can be happy with just the touching of skin and the gaze of eyes?
I didn’t…
I didn’t then
I was a man whose smile could last for days. A man who thought he wouldn’t be able to find love in a woman’s arms and finally did.
It was like having gold growing in your backgarden
I was rich
But not with money 
The money didn’t matter and the money would never matter. What mattered was the love I was receiving from my family and the love they were receiving from me. I hoped it would never end. I hoped that road would forever last then I would take us to a mountain where nobody could touch us or poison us. 
That’s what I hoped 
That’s what I pondered in every moment I savored.
Did we reach that mountain?
For a short period yes
There’s always a but…
We did reach it and we did think that the mountain would’ve been invincible and unreachable. Turns out it was all fiction and a giant fucking earthquake was waiting in the wings to knock it down. That’s when it starts.
The arguments
The cries 
The jealousy 
The hitting
Yes I hit her. I hit her fucking good. I hit her right in the fucking face! I made her bloody and I made her squel. I made her regret every last word she gave birth to to insult me. Do I regret it? One half says yes and the other a big fat fucking no. 
I looked at her and smiled whilst she looked at the kids playing. They ran around the garden giggling and we giggled with them. She then looked at me and I her.
   “This is my world right here and that’ll never change,” I said, “this is all a man needs, if I could just quit my job and stay with you and the kids I would”
   “Lets win the lottery,” she said, “and live a life of madness”
   “I’ll buy a hundred tickets,” I said
   “Why a hundred?”
   “More of a chance of winning”
   “Get a thousand”
We both laughed at the fantasy. The exotic feeling we got by thinking of a life without rent and electricity bills. A life without dealing with an arsehole of a boss who you’d wanna kill every fucking second you were in their company. 
   “Make love to me tonight,” she said
   “You want to fuck”
   “No, I want to make love”
   “What’s the difference?” I asked
   “Fucking is for people that aren’t in love,” she explained 
   “Same thing but in different categories?”
   “Ok, I get ya”
She smiled and her electrifying gaze sped my heart up. Her touch was suddenly more powerful than before. I was in the zone and so was she. I wanted to strip her and fuck her right there and then
   “Kids!” She hollered, “time for bed!”
   “But we aren’t even tired!”
   “Come on,” she told
The kids obeyed and we were suddenly guiding them up their rooms. I pinched her peachy backside when we reached the top of the stairs and she looked back. 
Her smile
Was saucy
She wanted it as badly
Maybe more than me
Lianne was first to be put to bed. Her eyes were still wide open. 
   “Goodnight sweetheart,” we said
   “I’m not even tired”
   “But mummy and daddy are and so is your brother”
   “No I’m not,” he told
We tucked her into her bright coloured bed, turned off the light to her bright coloured room and walked Jack to his bed. He wasn’t happy. He wasn’t happy at all. He sat on his bed and looked at us.
   “Goodnight Jack”
   “You only want to have sexual intercourse,” he suddenly spoke
   “What makes you think that?” I asked
   “I maybe a child, but I’m not stupid”
We looked at each other and looked back at him.
   “Good night Jack”
We then closed the door and looked at each other again in shock. 
   “Did he just…?”- she muttered
   “Yes… yes he did”
   She looked on confused, “how did he?”-
   “Lets talk about it some other time, right now, lets make some dirty love,” I told

Present time-

The blood poured off my hands like a burst cloud. If a person was sitting below they would’ve been bathed in blood. The knife I held had done it’s job once again and Elijah. The big young man by my side. Had finally come through and showed me he was going to be useful. We had killed the three that had burst out of the house in fury. The children were safe in the car and Elijah and I took care of what we assumed was the mother, father and older sister of the dead baby in the car. Unfortunately the children had to see everything, but it had to be done. Now it was safe for them to get out of the car. The kids joined us. Elijah breathed heavily as the adrenaline pumped through him. I did the same. The fight was over. My children were by my side and Elijah stood not so far away. I looked at the house and had a vision of us staying there. Should we?
Should we get in the car and go?
Those were the vital questions I had to think about.
   “Dad,” Jack said
   I bent down to him, “Yes son”
   “I realise now”
   “What, what do you realise?”
   “I realise why you did it, why you killed mum, grandma and grandpa, you did it because you were saving them, because you loved them too much to let them live in this world, grandma and grandad were too old”
   “Thats right son,” I said, “and they were going to take you away from me and I knew if that happened, it’d be over and I wouldn’t be able to protect you”
It went quiet for a short time
   “What about Lianne, should I save her like you saved them?”
I looked deep into his eyes and I saw it. I saw it growing in him…

Rhonda Gedling Season 2 Finale 

Survivors of the Z’s- Rhonda Gedling, Hindegate, Colorado

April 14th 1996

   “Get off her!” I begged
I jumped onto his back and felt the rage and fear erupt through to my hands and through my voice. He was tall and slim and he had his hands around my sisters throat. She was fighting, but she was choking also. 
   “Get off her!”
I was just a child
Just twelve years old when I witnessed one of the worst things or the worst thing that any child could ever witness. Their sister being forced to have sex with their so- called- fucking- boyfriend. I tried to choke him. Tried to wrap my hands around the fuckers throat but he wasn’t letting go. We were at his house and nobody was around. Nobody around, but me. To try and stop the worst thing happening to my beloved sister
But I was failing massively. I was too weak to do anything. He was too strong. 
   “Cain, stop, please stop!” She begged 
   “Shut the fuck up!” He told and slapped her, he slapped her so hard and I felt it all, the pain, the tears that trickled out of her
   “Get off my sister!” 
I bit him on the neck and he screamed in agony.
He grabbed me by the hair and tried tossing me off, but it didn’t work. I held on for dare life. I tried scratching him and biting him again. 
And then
His head came back in full force and knocked right into my face. I was on the floor. In a daze. I looked up with foggy vision and tried getting up. My sister fought for her dare life.
   “Please stop!”
I watched Cain, with his back turned, slap my sister in the face.
   “Shut up!”
I was rugged
Slow at rising to my feet to try and stop it once again. I looked around for a weapon. I looked back at the two of them. He was tearing at her clothes. I suddenly heard a rip. I looked again and it was her shirt. He was stripping her of her clothes. 
   “Elaine!” I cried
I ran up again in desperation. I hit him as hard as I could. Pounding him and pounding him hard with my small fists all over his body.
   “Leave my sister alone you fucker!”
He turned
I struck him hard in the face. His head went to the side from the impact. He came back quickly and grabbed me by the throat and I attempted to strike him in the bollocks. He grabbed my foot and hit me in the face and this time, I wasn’t getting up.
   “Rhonda!” She shouted 
I saw him turn and go back to my frightened sister. She had risen to her feet and she was fighting once again. 
And then
I blacked out 
   I woke up again and he was on top of her. Pressing himself on to her. He tore off her trousers and I saw her face looking over at me. 
Her eyes filled with fear and they leaked her tears. She was a statue. She was bruised to hell. 
She had given up
   “Yeah, you stop fighting, feels good don’t it,” he taunted
I began to cry also. I had woken up to a worser nightmare. 
My sister
My beloved sister was being raped right in front of me. 
I tried getting up with my jelly legs. I tried desperately to rise back up. 
   I saw her mouth move in silence, “help me”
I looked around for a weapon once again and saw a baseball bat buried in a pile of trousers and shirts. My mind raced with many sickening images. Images a twelve year old girl shouldn’t be imagining. He wasn’t focused on me at all. He was too busy having his way with her. I finally got to my feet and stumbled toward the bat. I glanced at it. Moved away all of the shit and clenched it. My eyes were wide and all they saw was red
Tunnel vision
Nothing else but my rage and my weapon of choice. To bash the living fucking daylights out of this monster. I stumbled over to him and as I reached them. He looked over to me and smiled.
   “Fuck you little girl,” he said
   “No, fuck you,” I said
My sister then rose up and bit him on the neck. He screamed and as she rolled away. I let the bat rain down on him. I screamed out in anger. He tried to protect himself by holding up his arms and unfortunately. 
With his legs he swiped my legs from underneath me and I dropped to the floor. The bat was out of my hands and it was free to use. My sister grabbed it and wasted no time in blasting him with it, but he was too strong for her also. I had to get up and help and so I did. I rushed to my feet and booted him straight in his bollocks. He bellowed and collapsed to his knees. The blow was sickening and now
He was kneeling in front of my sister. 
   “You don’t have the balls”
   “Don’t I?” She said with a tremble
The thud was brutal. The bat flew round and clouted him in the jaw. 
He dropped 
And again
And again
She hit him until I had to stop her
   “Sis!” I said, “we have to go!”
She finally came through and we left an unconscious- bloody- Cain on the floor


We had been travelling for weeks now. Sticking to silence. Feeding and refueling when we could. It was tough and we were close to death many times. Many sleepless nights haunted us followed by exhausted mornings and I knew that more were soon to come. I couldn’t sleep because of the main reason that we didn’t know what was out there, Mom didn’t have it hard though. Her snores could’ve been heard a mile a fucking way. She laid there on the bed whilst I sat there staring out of the window in the dining area. Nothing but black stared back at me of course. I could’nt fucking sleep so why even try? I took the torch and gun and went outside and breathed in the air. I was on high alert. My ears like aerials, trying to listen for any unwanted guests. 
   “Maybe I should just… leave her,” I said, “No?” I looked up into the sky, I was talking to her, in my mind, “What do you mean no?!”
   “Who on earth are you talking to?” A male voice appeared   
   I jumped and turned the torch on, pointed the gun his way and a scruffy oldish looking man became visible, “what do you want?” I asked
I shook, I was fearful. He put his hands up and I noticed the main thing I needed to notice. He was wearing a prison uniform. It was bright orange and baggy. He had long frowzy hair and he was quite tall and slim. 
   He smiled and gently spoke, “Before you say anything, yes, I was prisoner and yes, it was my fault, but the little prick deserved it, kids never listen to their parents anymore, but hey ho, he ain’t my problem anymore… I’m going to tell you what I want and what I want is this,” he stepped closer, “Give us your wonderful RV or pull down your panties little girl and I will show you how a mad man rides the horses, your choice?”
I couldn’t focus. I looked around and noticed a few other men standing there. Each one had a sick smile on their face. 
   “Come on I haven’t got all day, what’s it going to be little girl…?”

Cal Moore Season 2 Finale 

Survivors of the Z’s- Cal Moore, Ashford City California

July 10th 2014

It made my day. Seeing him again. In the flesh. His laugh. The jokes we shared together. The jokes that he told, but they weren’t even that funny, but they were stupid. That’s what made me laugh. He had just come back from his holiday in Florida and I had been bored ever since he had left. 
Nothing to do
Nobody to talk to
Nobody to visit 
Nobody to hang out with
Now he was back
Right in front of me, telling me the stories that had been created in Disney Florida. He was so happy. That’s what I loved about my best pal, Mason. His smile was contagious. Contagious enough where if I was in the gutter. He would help me out with a smile. 
   I watched his mouth move and the motions in his hand whilst we sat on my bed with the PS4 on pause, we were playing Soccer, “it was so cool, the dolphins were amazing and the beach, bro, everything about the place was amazing, like, everything was amazing, you need to go there bro, get your mom and dad to take you, you won’t regret it”
   “I wish I could’ve gone too”
   “We should go, if your parents don’t don’t take you, me and you should just go”
   “Yeah, like that’s ever going to happen”
   “We’ll just sneak on to the plane, or, sneak into somebodies suitcase”
   “You’re such a moron”
   “I know, that’s why we’re friends right”
   “Yup, because you make me laugh”
He carried on talking and I carried on listening. 
   “I wish it was that easy, to just go places, you know like, France or something”
   “In what way, like a blink?”
   “Yes, or a click of the finger, instead of spending ages flying, I don’t like flying, I always think we’re going to crash and thats not a nice feeling”
   “It’s pretty rear that planes crash”
   “But, what about all the terrorist stuff that’s been happening, I mean, it could happen to anyone right? So that’s why I’m saying I wish it was easier to get to places instead of being thousands of feet in the air or something”
   “You can go on boat?”
   “It takes too long”
   “There’s a lot more stuff to do on a boat though”
   “Do you mean a cruise ship?”
   “Yes, that’s what I meant, it’s like a floating city, they’re amazing, I went on one a few years ago with my parents and cousins, they had an arcade and a shopping mall in the middle of it, thats how big it was, it also had a theatre”
   “Wow, you’re so lucky”
   “I know right, I could’ve lived there, I didn’t want to come back home, homes boring compared to that”
   “I know, I didn’t want to come back home either, well, I did, because I missed you, but I didn’t at the same time if that makes sense?”
   “Yes it does, I felt the same, I’ve known you all my life, so I’m bound to miss you”
   “We’re best bros and thats never going to change”
    I shook my head, “no, no it won’t”
    “Bros for life?” he said
    “Bros for life” I said
The sun blazed outside and set our street a light with its glaze. The sun peeped through the window and you could feel the scorch. The game was still on pause and the conversation still flowed. My bedroom was the same in a way, but only a few things had changed through out the two years.
   “Lets finish this game off, do you fancy chilling at the mall later?”
   “That’ll be cool, I’m bored shitless here”
   “I wonder if my dad would forgive me for nicking one of his beers”
He stroked his chin and looked up at the ceiling.
   “I think he’d kill you”
   “It’ll be worth it though, I’ve tasted it before, I had some on holiday, he let me have a bit”
   “Really, I’ve asked my dad, but he’s always said no”
   “That sucks”
   “He always says when I’m older”
   “How much older?” He asked
   “He never says, he just always says, when I’m older and thats it”
   “Do you know where he keeps his beer?”
   “In the fridge”
   “Really? My dad stores his away somewhere, but only the good stuff, has your dad got that?”
   “Probably, but I’m not going to ask”
   “My dad loves his whisky and rum, I bet he has loads of it. 
   “I won’t even dare and ask mine”
The conversation finished and we began playing the game again. I was winning by two goals. He was Manchester City and I was some team called Derby. We played rock paper scissors and whoever lost got Derby and I
   “boys!” Mom shouted, “Dinners out!”
   “Coming!” I answered, “race ya,” I told
We put the game on pause once more. I got up and ran toward the door and out into the coridoor. He then tripped me up and I fell and watched him look back at me
laugh and smile
Whilst he ran to the finish line
   “You cheated!”
   “No rule book!” He said

Present time-

The flash lights circled us
Everybody’s breathing was heavyweight. Each breath felt like it wasn’t enough to fill up our panicking lungs. Our hearts were going crazy. They were like rockets. Taking off and spiralling out of control. 
It felt like at any minute now
At any dark- unforgiving- moment
That my heart was going to jump out of my mouth and onto the floor.
Our hands to our mouths or hips
Our eyes propelling left and right and our ears on alert. 
Tears then sprouted from my shocked eyes. 
It had hit me
My friend 
My dear best friend was on the floor. With dried tears on his cheeks curled up into a ball and flashlights upon him. He tried to save me because he wanted to see his parents again. I then looked around at a towering man that stood behind me. Flashlights shone on to him. He wore a black  shirt and his hair was in a ponytail. He looked quite old and his eyes told no tales. His oozies hung from his large hands and on his wrist, a tattoo was shown saying
       We live, We die, we LIVE…

Graham Jackson Season 2 Episode Nine 

Survivors of the Z’s- Graham Jackson, Nottingham, UK

We shouted
He turned
We drove faster 
And we shouted again
   “Kid, over here!”
The decision was made to save this kid from these things. 
The infected- grotesque- beings that were now threatening our way of life.
Our freedom
What once was a world where
You could say 
The grass was greener on the other side. 
The grass was getting darker and the roots were dying.
   “Please, help me!” He begged
   “Come on, hurry!”
They were close. I got out the car and got behind him as he pelted toward the car.
   “Dad, what are you doing?!”
   “Get him in the car!”
I was out of my mind. 
Most probably
I was drawn into saving the kids life that I didn’t think of what the outcome was going to be.
The outcome…
But, surviving by just the skin of my teeth and with a few more mental scars.
That was always going to be the answer from now on. Life was now limited.
Limited from chances
Limited from life 
A blink of a bloody eye with a cannibals teeth lurking. Lurking in the grey skies.
   “If something happens to me, get out of here!”
   “That is not going to happen!”
There were two of them and they were coming in fast. Storming toward me with their violent bellows. Two young men. Both looked like they would cause me some damage. I Clenched my fists hard and gazed at them harder. My muscles got ready and my mind quickened. Rummaging through every image that I wanted the outcome to be. 
Standing over them with my life still intact.
   “You’ve got this old man,” I said
With the kid in the car and me standing in front. No way were these disgusting fucking creatures getting anywhere near my family or that kid.
   I looked back and Evelyn gazed at me, “get in the damn car!”
It was too late. I was already within their reach.
Were they in my reach?
I put my fists up and clattered one right in the face. The noise was like thunder. The clatter was sickening. It’s vile body dropped to the floor and I quickly turned to the next one. It through itself at me. Its heavy load made me fall and now it was on top of me. 
   “Shit,” I said
Now I was thinking. She was fucking right. I should’ve got into the damn car. I grabbed hold of its throat
With both hands
My old bones and limbs squirmed crazily and my mind was hastily drawing up a plan of desperate action.
   “Dad!” I heard
   “Get out of here!”
   “No, I’m not leaving you!”
   “Go, now!”
I heard the car take off and I breathed in and out. Realising I was now 
On my own
It’s bleeding eyes dripped onto my face and it’s mouth dripped blood on to my shirt. I could feel its gaze tormenting my body and mind into submission. I could see the animalistic path it was on. 
The death
The chaos
The lives that were going to be destroyed or had been.
I shook out the image and quickly moved my face left and right trying to escape the dripping blood from its eyes. I clenched my hands tighter and felt the bones in its neck. 
It’s voice was more of a choking sound now and then it snapped within my grasp. It’s full weight fell on top of me. I quickly rolled it off with a wince. My bones like old metal. 
Struggling to cope
I quickly got up on to my feet
   “Argh,” I moaned and
I got ready for the other one, but ready I wasn’t. It was already there. Right in front of my eyes. 
I was weary
Trying to regain my strength
   “Bring it,” I gasped
It came at me 
A few feet away
I looked on in shock as I saw my daughter knock it flying up into the air.
   She opened the door, “get in!”
I did what I was told and moved my arse. I looked and it was getting up. 
I was in and we were away. I looked in the mirror and watched it getting smaller and smaller into the distance. It was still running, but it wasn’t going to catch up. 
   “Don’t do that again, please,” she said   
   “I’m sorry,” I gasped, “I thought I could take them”
   “You could’ve been killed and then what?” She asked, “I need you here, with me, not out there acting like a hero”
   “I will always try and protect you and the kids, always and that’s not going to change”
   “Can I at least get a thank you?”
   “Thanks, you saved my ass, I love you Evelyn”
   “I love you too dad”
   “Thank you for saving me,” I heard
I looked in the mirror and saw the boy looking at me. He looked tough for his age. Rough around the edges. His hair was scruffy and his eyes looked like they had a few pages to turn. He was young, but he wasn’t.
   “No problem kid,” I said
I was about to ask for his name 
   “Before you ask, my names Preston and I’m twelve”
   His confidence made me smile, “Hi Preston, I’m Graham, this is my daughter Evelyn and these are my granddaughters, Katelyn and Michelle”
   He smiled, “nice to meet you all”

Teddy Baker Season 2 Episode Nine 

Survivors of the Z’s – Teddy Baker, Bromley, outside Wales


I was angry
I was frustrated 
I was at a work due
Not my kind of thing, but you know, I went. I went and showed my face. 
I showed
My body 
My soul
Into a place where I hated, but I still went. WHY? Because I was pressured I guess. They kept asking me and asking me and asking me. OH! Come on Teddy, it’ll only be us five and a few others. Lieing son of a bitches. There were more than 
There were loads of them
Loads of faces I didn’t know 
And loads of faces I did know 
And those are the faces I could’nt stand
I don’t want to be here?
I can’t stand this
Should I leave?
I can’t 
I’m here now, so I might as well fucking stay and get obliterated.
I struggled to move passed the ocean of people. The pub was packed solid and all I could do was roam around looking like a fool. Trying to find my work colleagues who
You know
Got me into this shit hole
It was muggy and it smelled 
   “Where the fuck are you?” I muttered
I could’nt hear my own voice, so they would’nt be able to hear it either. It didn’t matter how loud I shouted. My friends would’nt of fucking heard me. 
I got onto my tip toes and searched around. I wore a white, kind of snazzy shirt, with jeans and a good pair shoes. My hair was combed over nicely. I put in some really good effort. I was in my early twenties. That’s what you do right? It doesn’t matter how high the level of reluctancy is. You still make an effort to look good.
How ever you want to put it. I didn’t know what my face said though at that point of searching for my friends through the waves of maybe half drunk people. I probably looked like a seriel killer. I probably looked like I didn’t want to be in the pub that was ravaged with alcohol fueled breaths, but like I said. I was there now, so fuck it. 
   “Teddy!” I heard, “Teddy, Teddy!”
I looked around
Three hundred and sixty degreeds and noticed him, the son of the man who owned the pub. My closest friend. The guy that I had the most in common with. Anthony Jenkins. We had our history. Going back since school. We even had a few nights out together where we ended up sharing the same bed. We didn’t pull that night. I think it was his eighteenth or something. So, we ended up just fucking each other.
I can still remember that night.
Coming back to the London hotel room early hours in the morning.
Dizzy eyed
Alcohol fueled
Legs all over the place
I felt like I was being controlled by player one and he was player two. We both collapsed on to the same bed. I looked up and so did he and then that was that. He leant in. Grabbed the back of my head and brought me in.
Back to the night
I fought my way through the crowd. Aiming for the familiar face that was, Anthony. He was a good looking guy. Sharply dressed. 
Nice smile
Nice teeth
Smooth skin and curly brown hair
Still thinking about him now gives me good vibes. 
   “Come on, Teddy!” He shouted, he waved crazily
   “I’m coming!”
More people I fought passed. 
Women masked in makeup. Some looked at me up and down. Some bad looks. Some looks saying, oh hi, you wanna fuck? I wasn’t interested. NOT. ONE. BIT. I just wanted to get to my friends and get into the comfort zone. 
I arrived
   Anthony came up to me, “my main man, Mr Teddy Baker, welcome to my castle!”
They were all at the pool table, Leonard, my other closest friend put a pound on the table, “Teddy boy!”
   “Hello lads,” I said
   “You alright mate,” Anthony said
   “Yeah why?”
   “You look like you wanna kill somebody”
   “I can’t stand most of these people, I thought it was just going to be us lot”
   “Oh yeah, you know what it’s like, word gets round mate!”
   “Well it’s good to see you anyway!” I looked at the pool table and placed a pound down, “I’ll play the winner!”
Anthony put his arm around me
   “You wanna drink?!” 
   “Please mate!” I said
   “double vodka and coke!”
   “You never change!”
It was my favourite drink. Always did the trick. Sprouted my confidence and got me talking more. 
   “Neither do you!” 
We locked eyes for a bit. He quickly broke the gaze and left to fetch the drinks. I turned to face the pool and saw a gigantic man looking over at me in a dark corner. He wouldn’t take his eyes off me. I looked back to the table and felt the burn of his stare
   “Who’s he?” I asked Leonard 
   “Him by the corner”
   “Oh, ignore him mate, he’s a right prick, don’t even look at him”
I did what I was told and directed my gaze somewhere else, but I still felt his burning stare


We had been walking for a long time now. The sticks crunched beneath our feet as we walked through the nest of trees, bushes and plants. Wind blew them just a little and the trees and bushes swayed a little. Making a noise that could calm any soul. I looked up at the tall trees and watched the leafs blow in the earth’s breath.
   “Teddy!” I heard
I looked down and saw Elijah walking towards a car. Jack and Lianne walked to the side of me.  What I saw was a cottage covered in vines to our side. It was beautiful. It was in the middle of nowhere. Out of the way of everything.
It was… 
I got closer and noticed the door was open. 
I started to feel uneasy. 
   “Kids, stay with me”
Elijah looked in the car and so did I. The back door was open. A baby was in the back seat, but it wasn’t a live. It’s face was a mess. Like it had been chewed off. I moved my kids away and winced at the sight of it. Elijah threw up.
   “Oh man,” he said, “this is fucked up”
A noise then appeared from the house…