I lived in a small town. Smack dab in the middle of nowhere. Quiet, cozy little town. Nothing out of the ordinary. For the most part. Until, the residents. The adults mostly, started acting a little strange. And not the adults you'd predict to act like that. Well, Upstanding members of the community. I was there. My father was one of those beasts. He smacked my mother across the face in the kitchen. Mutilated her like a simple animal in the wild. He laughed while he did it. Take chunks out of her limbs and stuffing his gullet with them. I walked down from the upstairs bedrooms, and saw him. Ripping my maternal gene-pool to shreds and eating her like a Zombie. I tried stopping him. He overpowered me. Taking the knife he slaughtered her with and sliced into my arm like a filet. And then, he decided the arm wouldn't satisfy his hunger. He took the blade, and stuck it right next to my face. The final words I heard him say were, "Wait a minute, this isn't the way to the grocery store!" I then realized he had just bought the new Iphone.