There was a blood trail it began from the cracked door where there was a puddle of green ooze, the trail was leading to a corner of a storage where Nikos was crying. He was crying not from the extreme pain coming from the cuts on the leg raising his head <what should I do>. Raising himself up from the corner he screamed <what the fuck should I do> starting walking using the wall as support.


    <Yes I know today I was leaving with the bus I should leave as fast as possible let''s get my thinks and go>


    Passing through the hall he stopped and looked at the two doors that lead into the grandparents’ rooms, the one that leads into his grandpa room there was a not so recognizable beetle head, to the contract his grandma’s door is us nothing changed looking away he gets into his room.


    Looking around he picks up his backpack, taking a seat on the chair to rest his good leg he pulled the luggage near him. He opens it and put two changes of clothes taking his empty phone and charger, picking himself up he use the wall to go to the kitchen.This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it


    Reaching the kitchen he gets to the fridge taking a bottle of 1.5 liters and put in the pack, taking his keys and wallet he gets outside. But stop himself thinking that maybe they will be more bugs and with the heart leg he couldn’t probably run away from them, opening a little he looks around, seeing nothing he heads out checking the perimeter still there was nothing, straining his ears for sounds of bugs but again nothing.


    <ok nothing really nothing> feeling the scorching heat he headed to the gardens storage double checking around, Nikos opens the door to search for the wood cutting axe, if he had to fight with it, he maybe could defend himself, find it he heads to his home to get the bicycle to use it as support like a crutch, getting to the outside door.


    <ok ok I go to the bus station get the bus back home to Athens and I leave away from here. If someone asks about the axe I will say that eem yes that I was bringing it back from helping my grandpa cut some wood> slapping his face to wake up, getting pump shaking his body releasing some jolts of pain in the leg. Opening the door Nikos began the journey.