The Night Falls Hard.

Dr. Peter Nealon received a call at 2 o'clock in the morning. "Hello?" he mumbled half asleep. "Hey Peter, it's me." "Kurt? I thought you were in Africa?" "No i got back last night. There's something I need you to look at for me." "Um, can you give me twenty minutes?" "Sure." "Alright see you in a few." Peter hung up the phone and got in the shower. He washed away his grogginess and replaced it with renewed vigor. He got in his car and drove to Kurt's house and rang the doorbell. Kurt opened the door with bandages all around his body. "Geez Kurt? What the hell happened to you?" "That's why I asked you to come over, come inside and i'll show you." Peter came inside and sat down on the couch. Kurt started to unwrap himself while he talked. "While I was in Africa I was doing some research and heard about this isolated cannibal tribe. I thought it sounded interesting so I decided to investigate it. I went looking for them and took a pistol, just in case you know? Well I reached the cavern that they were rumored to be in. I was hiding out when all of a sudden i was attacked by someone who bit me on my right shoulder and the fucker kept trying to eat me alive! I shot him in the face and ran for my life. Anyway at first I though that it was just infected, but the skin started to rot away and it spread." By this time all of the bandages were off. Peters jaw dropped. All of Kurt's body was completely rotting flesh. By the looks of it he should've been a corpse. Peter took a deep breath and said, "I've actually never seen anything like this before. I don't even know what could be causing that. Just then Kurt started seizuring. Peter jumped up and put his hand in Kurt's mouth to make sure he didn't swallow his tongue. As he did this he watched Kurt's eyes come back from the back of his head with a slightly reddish hue. "What the fuck?" Peter said. Kurt bit down hard and Peter pulled his hand out, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Kurt jumped forward and bit down on Peter's Jugular. Peter didn't get a chance to scream before he was dead. Somewhere in a house in a quiet suburban neighborhood, a doctor had died and no one would know what tragedy was to follow.