"Never go out. Ignore all cries for help, no matter how human it sound." Those were my father's last words as he closed the hatch.
Ever heard of the Parasyte experiment? To be clear, they are creatures of unknown origin that have flown in from the sky and are kept in a government laboratory. They enter the human brain through the nose and ears, from there parasitize and dominate the entire body of the host. They weaken us, turn us into a kind of cannibalistic carnivore, or worse.
After taking over the brain, they can still see through our eyes, and even mimic and disguise themselves as humans. They are all like that. All of them. Parasites can be so much like us that you'll open the door to them. Except for their grin that was so wide, their flesh was rotten, and their mouths opened to reveal a red centipede with a mouth full of sharp teeth split into four, in which was an eyeball with bloodshot eyes.
Never let them into your house. They are very fast even though they cannot perform complex gestures, such as opening an internal locked door. But they will pull you away, and if nobody stops you, your friends and family will find one of them looks exactly like you, except for an oversized smile, rotten skin and a mouth with a red centipede.
Why do I know this information? Because my parents and I are among the government labs. And now they're hunting us.
We've been hiding in the lab's bunker for two days now. Our father forbade us to go out and told us to ignore their pleas no matter how tragic it sounded. He told us to lock the hatch from inside, rifle behind, knife in hand. Only me and my brother were in the bunker. I gave him the noise-canceling headphones. He will not hear my father kill the thing that is parasitic in our mother's body.
Having to see this at the age of thirteen will have a huge impact on my brother . He is quiet now. Before all this happened, before the government abandoned us, before the experimenters broke the glass and started attacking scientists, he was an active and friendly kid.
The basement is filled with cans of water, food, disinfectant, and clothes that my father has stockpiled. We can hold out here for a while longer. He said he would kick this group out. Try to kill them as much as he can. If he doesn't come back, we'll have to wait until they're all dead. Then head to the neighboring city where we can catch the last armored train out of the ravaged area.
The radio normally used to broadcast the news now only hears the hum of static electricity, and sometimes sends out warnings to major cities at risk of attack, reminding residents to take precautions. Apparently fighting didn't work.
Even now I can still hear faint voices. And the cheerful voices of what appeared to be my colleagues. I didn't pay any attention to them. Always ignore them. Never open the door for them. Then I heard a more gruff voice. It sounds so familiar. The door of the bunker had been flung open at some point.
I only had time to carry the gun my father left me in a special case. He told me to use it when needed. And now I need it. He seemed to be overwhelmed by them, but managed to defeat most of them.
I raised my gun and fired. Piercing the eye what was parasitic in my father's body. I grabbed the old crowbar from my kit and pushed my brother aside. We have to fight. None of them should be left alive. Never.
Both of our parents are dead. Now that everyone is gone, I am the oldest and I have to be the one to take the responsibility. Following my father's meticulous plan to escape the laboratory, I stuffed an old military bag full of food and water. Filling the backpack with medicine, clothes, and weapons.
I took my little brother outside, running past some parasitized. They had performed lethal and severe mutilation and disembowelment on themselves during the past days, including tearing off sections of skin and muscles, removing multiple abdominal internal organs, including self-cannibalism. There's nothing I can do to save them. That's when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I suddenly froze. Why were they able to open the hatch? I turned my head, and the last thing I saw was a wide grin and a blood-red centipede emerging from my brother's mouth.
Written by Suicroxe