The walk home after passing Wills turn was easy; one block down then one block over, bam! Home sweet home. But something seems off. The front light that mom always keeps on until I'm home is off. "Maybe she's mad since I'm late.. Again.." Making it to the front door, I take a deep breath in an attempt to brace myself for the verbal punishment mom is about to give me. It's always been verbal, well.. since I was eight. I remember her crying more than I did, and I was the one getting spanked. But that was mom. A heart of gold and a silver tongue.<br/>I opened the door, "Ma, I'm home!" I holler. But there is no response. There are no lights on, but there is candle light coming from the kitchen. I walk that way still carrying my stuff so I can take it to my room. As I enter the kitchen I see my mom standing at the back window, motionless. "Hey mom." I say "I know I'm late, sorry! It was an accident." There is no response. Man she must be really pissed. I try to approach her and that's when I see her reflection off the glass. Her eyes are blood shot an vacant, blood is slowly running out of her nose and mouth. I know what has happened but I can't believe it! Thinking back to this morning when I left she had a slight cough, but I had no idea! My mind goes blank. Then I hear the word "Mom" being screamed again and again. Finally realizing the scream is coming from me! That is when she begins to turn, the blood lust beginning to contort her face. That's when panic sets in...<br/><br/>--------------------------------<br/><br/>Mr. Gates isn't a large man, but as drunk as he was and with as much sorrow as he is carrying it was like waking home a 500lb baby. Some how (mostly me) we managed to make it to the Gates house. Walking him up the stairs to the front door was pushing me to my limit, but I've come this far there is no turning back now. Taking his keys and unlocking the door was as easy as you'd expect, not very, but none the less I got him inside and on his couch. I grab the trashcan out of his bathroom and place it next to him. Seeing the quilt on the back of the couch I toss it over him, finally, I sit in a chair and get a minute to catch my own breath. I deicide after about thirty minutes that its time for me to go. I grab a glass of water and set it on the table and head for the door. Once I am outside I hear a scream of pure terror coming from next door. Without thinking I head to the front door, grab the handle, and swing it open. What I see is unbelievable.