Mother is shaking me; What do you remember? What? The world is spinning around me, the only real sensation I can grasp is the freezing wind numbing the side of my body that's facing the horror. What do you remember? I... - mother would not let go, she would not allow me to slip into the darkness once more, her warm loving stare sucked the words out of me like poison from a wound; When the moons at its highest, when I think I am safe under the comfort of my blanket, when the children of the world sleeps, I can hear his steps in the hallway. He comes for me in the night. Every night he comes for me. Who comes for you, mother interrupted. Her tears falling on my face, her gentle arms holding me with all their strength. I want it to end, I want it all to end. But now that I am burdened by the curse of reality, the curse of remembering, every second I keep this truth eats away my soul. If only to relive the pain momentary I lean in and whisper in mothers ear; brother does.

As I speak the words its eyes sharpen, it's lean muscles tighten for the first time, cracking it's bones as it launches for me. It throws mother away with ease, almost reflectively, her fragile body makes several spins as she flies awkwardly through the air. A horrid growl and before I can react, before I can even think, hundred of it's yellow sharp teeth is buried in my neck.

How lucky am I, to finally leave this place. I'm hoovering over my body. It's still biting the empty shell, violently shaking it as more and more blood pour out. But it's okay, I'm not in pain, not anymore. Two of brothers older friends grabs the creature from behind. Jake, a football player. As tall as he is strong, green eyes and a wide jaw. His head's a bit small, almost like that of a child, but his successful none the less. And William, I have always liked William. He had struck me as a gentle soul as he followed my brother around everywhere with his action figures and baseball cards and after his 21st no-one could argue with my observation. He's short, with a round face and the eyes of a trusting dog. They pull it away and slam it's bony body down in the hardwood floor. I open my eyes, wide. Why am I here? My head feels like it's detaching from my body. It screams, a horrid scream so loud and so foul that everyone present is trying to destroy their hearing. One guest jams a fork in her ear, her eyes widen and her body goes numb. But Jake and William does not stop, they kick it, stump it's head, anything to make it stop. They wrestle with it, they wrestle for an eternity and then they stop. Another scream, as horrid as the last one, but significantly lower. It's not from the creature, it's not from the cabin, it's from the forest to the north. How? I glance over at mother, oh god, her head split in two by the fireplace that ended her flight. Another scream from outside, this time from the west. The phone, she has the phone. I quickly crawl over, try to ignore the horror around me. I have to get the phone. I have to get the phone.

9-1-1 what's your emergency, a friendly voice speaks calmly. Did I dial 9-1-1? Did I? Yes, honey, this is 9-1-1. What's those sounds, is someone fighting? Oh god, HONEY what are those screams? The voice is not calm anymore. She's shouting at the other end; I have a possible code A in sector 8! What? Honey, now listen to me, did anyone turn 21? Are their eyes red and narrow? Honey, where are you? Where are you? I tell her the cabins address. Now listen honey, find a closet and hide. But Jake and William. My friends, they are, my mother. Find a closet, now. The call ends. I look behind me, the creature has several open wounds, it bleeds, but it's not blood it's black. It's over William now, I think he's dead. Jake's still hanging on it's back, screaming, biting and punching it. Right, a closet. I crawl out of the dining room, and into the kitchen. A cabinet will have to do. I cram myself under the sink, I can almost close it, but not completely. There's not enough room. They told me to find a closet. More screams, louder now. A growl, like the one I heard before it bit me. I try to count the spots on the wood that makes up the cabinet door. One, two, - another scream, seventeen, - the sound of broken glass, forty six, forty seven, - someone's running towards me, forty eight, another growl, a body hits the floor. I peek through the crack, slowly, carefully. There are four creatures just like brother out there, they are moving a round dragging bodies here and there. Eating, screaming, one is carrying something. I think it's someones head. Then they stop. Their heads turns towards me, towards my little cabinet, my little fortress in the wilderness.

Another sound breaks through the screams. A boat? No, a helicopter? I peek out again, - nothing but broken furniture and blood. Thump, thump, thump. Something is on the roof. Tens of loud thumbs followed by the sound of gunfire. I can hear the sound of the front door being kicked open, loud steps spread out and through the cabin like a river through a dried landscape. A man opens the cabin, at first I can't see him. His left arm is in front of him like a massive shield. It's as wide as it's long and the skin is shelled and reflective. His other arm appears ordinary, though I struggle to focus on it and not the gun he's holding. I can see there are a dozen of other men just like him, shield arms, weapons and blue vests labeled "Guardian". The man yells in a firm and dark voice; I have a survivor over here! I have a survivor, get me a savior here right now! He holsters his weapon and pick me up with his right arm, Covering my entire body with his left. I notice I am bleeding all over him, but he does not seem to mind. He covers my eyes as we walk through the cabin, and does not let go until I can feel the fresh air on my face. He hands me over to a pale man of average build. As the man looks down on me I'm stunned by his bright golden eyes, and his face, the face of a Greek God. I'm going to get you to safety, now hold on. He bent forward, and from his back two huge white wings unfold. They move with such beauty and grace that it's impossible to take your eyes off them. With three powerful swings he raised us far above the cabin, the forest, - everything. I yelled through the wind; where are you taking me? To the city he said, you need to go to the hospital. I have never been there, mother always said it's not safe to go there before the age of 21.