"When I was finally brave enough to go for help, the hallways were littered with bodies. Bloody and handprints and splashes of red covered the walls. Even the frost covered windows were splattered with it. I went to my grandparents' room and they were still in their bed with pillows over their heads. No matter how hard I shook them, they wouldn't awaken. While desperately trying to wake my grandfather, the pillow fell to the floor and I could clearly see why. He had a hole, right in the center of his forehead."
"His eyes, they were still open, just staring into the nothingness. I searched everywhere for my father and finally, I found him in his study, face down on his desk. His face looked like he had just fallen asleep until I walked behind him. The back of his head was smashed in and bl
