us!
Tears
welled up in my eyes. Terror filled me like never before. How could I get past
them, and back to the others?
Then
came a single gunshot followed by a girl's scream. Jessie? Tiffany? Maybe one
of the employees! Serenade maybe? But the cold realization chilled me to the
bone. It couldn't be Serenade because she scraped the floor right behind me.
My
legs got yanked from under me, and I screamed. My head hit a cabinet, and
plushies rained down. The living corpse dug her nails into my shoe. She groaned
and grabbed my jeans, pulling herself. I reached for my dagger, but my
fingertips sent it skidding into the hall.
Serenade
the Corpse, screeched in a hissing rage and pulled me under the desk.
“No!
No! No!” I screamed.
I
pulled back my leg as hard as I could and kicked with the other. My foot landed
in her mouth, and the hissing moan skipped like a record. I crawled back enough
to get my hand within dagger's reach. But she had me again! She lunged, and I
jerked to the side. Her head hit the floor.
“Help!”
I pleaded.
Again,
I reached for my dagger, but I couldn't get my fingers around the handle. She
reeled me back in like a fish. I reached for leverage to pull myself away and
grabbed a drawer of the cabinet. The whole thing came crashing down, and I
dodged just in time. But now my dagger had ended up on the other side.
As
things bounced from the opened drawers, a beam of light shot out from under the
desk.
A
heavy silver flashlight! I grabbed it and aimed the beam at Serenade. Once the
beautiful woman from the picture, she now had eyes that were no longer pretty.
They were dull green and filled with the hunger of a feral beast. Her green
veins bulged as she bared her fangs sending spittle and blood all over.
I
kicked her not-pretty face, but she came back hissing and snapping. My only weapons
were small items lying around, so I started throwing them. A plushy cat, a hard
plastic cartoon unicorn, a little basketball with a large Z on it! Nothing
proved to be a useful weapon!
She
lunged higher up, past my leg and neared my inner thigh. Now I couldn't kick.
The moment of death had come.
But
I held a large, and heavy flashlight.
I
brought it up, and as she lunged, slammed the makeshift weapon down and smashed
the handle into her skull. Brain matter splattered my face, but she continued
to twitch, so I went insane. I brought up the flashlight, smashed it down,
brought it up, smashed it down, over and over, until
it hit the floor beneath the bloody mess of her once beautiful, little head.
The Corpse stopped thrashing.
Leaning
back against the fallen cabinet, I could hear only my heartbeat. I stayed there
for many long moments, catching my breath. Finally, I shoved the dead body away
and examined my legs to make sure there were no bites. Adrenaline could have
covered the pain, maybe. I thanked the gaming gods when I didn’t find a
scratch. The only injury had come from hitting my head.
“That
was too close.”
I
held up the flashlight and shined it around the room to make sure no more
Corpses hid in the shadows.
Safe. But what about the gunshot and the scream?
I
tried to stand, but slipped in the gore. Once again, I smacked my head into
something hard.
Everything
went fuzzy and seemed to slow down. Somewhere nearby I heard more noise.
Footsteps? Scraping? I cursed and grabbed the bottom of the office door,
slamming it shut. I pushed all my weight against the cabinet, reinforcing the
jam. Holding the flashlight to my chest, I clicked off the light. Something
pounded on the door, just like the monotonous pounding of the Corpse outside
the front entrance.
“You're
not going to get me,” I whispered, fading in and out of consciousness.
I
had just survived a near death experience, and another flesh crazed monster
stood outside the door! Who ever said things were meant to be fair? My family
didn't tend to me; no girls ever liked me or gave me a nickname. No friends to
speak of unless you counted NPCs in
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