Ok, I'm not too happy how this turned out, but here it is anyway...
Part two
Every living thing has a POV. A baby, an animal, a bug, it doesn't matter, right? As long as it lives it has a point of view. But what about things that... don't live?
Stop thinking that way! I must've been mistaken when I thought that lady was dead. I had to tell myself as I made my way to the farm house. It had to have been...
I wasn't too far away from the farm house now, I started jogging towards it a few mintues ago. It seemed so far away, every step I took towards it made my heart race faster... and that was the only sound around. It was kind of muggy out too, made me feel too warm, even more so since it was the end of November. And the area was too empty, no people, no cars, there weren't but a few birds around, and felt like they were watching me. I just jogged the rest of the way to the house. When I got to the house I noticed two things. One, there was a car out front, someone had to be home. Two, the front door was wide open. I went to the door.
"Hello?" I called, going into the house, no one answered. It smelt wonderful inside, like a wonderful dinner was made, I was really hungry. That's when I realized it, Thanksgiving was the day before. I really need to call home.
"Is anyone here? I was in a car accident... I need to use your phone!" Still, there no answer, so I made my way through into the livingroom.
The livingroom looked really nice to me, really clean. Infact, the whole downstairs area as I saw was clean. One weird thing was that the lights were on... ALL of them were on, and it was only the begining of the day. They're gonna have a pretty high bill. There was a bathroom downstairs as well, so I went into it to clean off most of the damage caused from the accident. As I was rinsing my face off, a smell caught my nose. It was from the kitchen area, which was just to left of the livingroom, and it wasn't a good smell as the one I smelt from when I first entered the house, it smelt like burning. I raced to the kitchen, the over was smoking. I went to the oven, turned it off, and opened it so the smoke could clear out of it. There was nothing in there. Someone must've left it on. I looked in the refrigerator to see if I could find me a quick snack and maybe something to drink, but then I remembered that there were phone calls I had to make. There wasn't phone in the kitchen, there also wasn't one in the livingroom. I guess it's upstairs for me.
The stairs was just the right when you first enter the house. Going up them I noticed pictures on the wall. In one, There was an old coulple, maybe in their fifties. Another one was of the couple, it was them younger, and a little boy, it must've beem their son. It reminded my of MY son, he's ten. At the moment he should be in schoool, his mother should be home. Why am I taking so long to get to the phone? I ran up the rest of the way, neglecting the rest of the pictures, and onto the second floor.
"Hello? Anyone up here?" I asked as I walked to the first room. There were only two, and the first one looked like a kid's room, except that there were toy's neatly place on the shelf, and the bed perfectly made. I left and went into the room just across from it, It must be the couple's. On the nightstand, closest to the door, next to the bed was the phone. I sat down and picked it up. It was working! I hung it up.
Call them. I picked up the phone again, but then hung it back up. Damn it, pick up the phone and call them! Why was I stalling? I know why.. It was fear. I couldn't be afraid at that moment. You have to call your family and make sure they are ok. What if they weren't? Pick up the damn phone!! I picked it up and dailed my home number.
I started breathing fast. *Riiiiing* My heart felt like it was in my throat. *Riiiiing* I stopped breathing. *Riiing* and I closed my eyes as I got a response from the other end of the line. "We're not home right not, Please leave a message." *Beep* It was their voices, my wife and son's, on the outgoing message... I was at work the day they did it. At least the operator didn't come on to say the phone's been disconnected. That means nothing bad has happend. My wife has to be fine. And that's what I told myself after I tried her cell and my then my son's school, getting the same response. They have to be fine. I just sat on the bed for a while, don't know how long, but it was a while. I was Hungry, tired, and didn't feel too well. I Looked at my watch, it was 9: 08 AM. Maybe I should rest my eyes for a few minutes. And I began to... until I heard a noise from outside.
I got up quickly, maybe too quicky, I started to feel light headed. I headed for the window, it turned out the view was to the back of the house. There stood the barn. Horses stay in barns... I then remembered that the door was wide open when I arrived. ...And where there are horses, there are people! I made my way towards the bedroom door, then down the stairs, and out the back door. I heard the noise again, it was weird and loud, but I've heard it before, just earlier... someone was moaning in pain. That made me nervous, but I raced to the barn anyway, as fast as I could. Maybe there's someone I could help. When I got there, I almost threw up. There were four horses, all dead on the ground, all looked like there were chucks of meat missing off of them. It smelt even worst than it looked, if that's even possible. At least I was no longer hungry. They must've went mad, started eating each other. I looked around and found no one. I started getting this weird feeling, like my stomach was doing flips, I had to get out of there. As I turned and started walking, I tripped over something and fell onto my right side. I fell pretty hard, I gave off a loud scream, something stabbed into my arm. It was a pitchfork. My arm was hurting like crazy with the pitchfork in it, it went even crazier when I pulled my arm free from its prongs. It hurt to move it, but I had to get up and get the hell out of this place. I had to find out what was going on. What the hell..? I thought to myself as I discovered it was a shoe that I had tripped over. I picked it up, there was a foot in it. It looked like it was chopped off. I tossed it away immediately.
You ever have that feeling that the air around you just moved? Not like the wind, but the atmosphere? That's what I felt right before something grabbed at my shoulder. By instict I flinched my left elbow hitting whatever it was and started crawling away. I think my heart stopped beating for a few moments. I could barely think, I was terrifeid, but crawling was how my body reacted. I kept crawling and it was crawling after me. It grabbed my foot, but I kicked it away. I was crawling until I was backed into a corner, that's when I got a good look at what was after me. It was an old lady, the one from the pictures it seemed, she had blood all over her face, blood in her eyes, and moaning like she was dying. Looking further, I realized that she was missing a foot, the foot I had in my hand just moments before. She was getting closer, I looked around, there was nothing I could use to defend myself, my arm was killing me, it was over. I closed my eyes and thought of my family. I'll be with you someday. I was holding my breath waiting for it to happen, but all I heard was a "thunk" sound. I opened my eyes, looked up, and there stood a man looking down at me with tears in his eyes. He was holding onto the pitchfork, it was now in the old lady's head.
"There better be a damn good reason I had to kill my mother. Who the hell are you, and what are you doing on my daddy's property?" He angrily spat at me. I couldn't come up with an answer, and everything went black from there.
woot
Country? And does this character have a name?
btw, how old is the boy? The one that killed his zombie mom? Young? Teen? 
