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pressurised and burst, blood falling onto the floor around them. In no time at all, the bitten person stood up and began to attack the nearest living person next to them; a child no older than eight.
                  A hand gripped her arm, a cold, tight grip. Winter turned to see who it was, fearing it was one of the decaying. She hoped it might be her parents, or maybe Missy, but it was Connor.
                  “What the hell is going on?” She screamed. She was relieved to see him.
                  Connor didn’t reply. He kept hold of her and they changed direction, leaving the dance floor room that was now covered in blood and trickling out into the hallway.
                  Crouched on the floor over the recently bitten were these beings, ripping at human flesh. Winter screamed as some internal organ came flying her way. All around her people were decaying then sitting up, their humanity gone and replaced with only one thought: to kill.
                  Connor tried pulling her through the front door, but there were too many people trying to get out, screaming, getting stuck. Winter heard a commotion behind her and turned to see people being thrown down the stairs, attacked by the new uninvited guests.
                  An up turned table to the side of them caught Winter’s eye. The legs were partly broken, revealing sharp metal points. Winter gripped hold of Connor and freed herself of his grip. He screamed at her to stay where she was but she took a risk and wedged two of the legs off the table. Both had points on the end that looked like they could spear through anything. She threw one to Connor, who caught it before grabbing her hand once more.
                  Winter then spotted a stone near the doorway, kicked in from the commotion outside. The hisses of the beings around them were filling Winter’s ears, blocking out her thoughts, but survival had kicked in. She bent down, scooped up the cold rough stone, which felt weighty in her hand and threw it at the window, which shattered into pieces before her. At the noise, people began to hurry in that direction, but Winter was quicker.
                  She dragged Connor and they leapt through the broken window, landing on grass and stumbling. Connor flipped over and for a moment Winter thought something bad had happened as he didn’t move. As she hurried towards him, he sat up, picking up the broken leg from the table Winter had handed him.
                  “Connor!” She screamed.
                  Connor turned in time to see one of the bloody beings, its mouth dripping blood, leap off the wall ready to pounce on it’s next victim. Connor swung the table leg and caught the being straight through the head. It let out one last screech before hanging limp on the end of the weapon.
                  There was no time to get it out. There was another smash from the window above them and people fell out right in front of them, the dead on top of them, biting their flesh.
                  Winter grabbed Connor and they hurried towards the gates, jammed with bodies.
                  Just then, an almighty wind began sweeping around them. Winter’s hair was whipped around her face so her vision was obscured, leaving her vulnerable. Her dress, which was now ripped and bloody, began billowing. Connor gripped tighter and she ignored the pain, hoping she wouldn’t lose him. The sounds of bullets being fired filled the air, drowning out the hisses and screams from the commotion around them. She feared they would be shot. Winter looked up to see green helicopters hanging in the air, firing at the monsters that had ruined the party. A flash from a camera nearby caught Winter’s attention. Somebody was photographing everything. She felt sick. Who would be thinking about such a thing when this was