Chapter 3

welcome to hell, checking out?

zack woke up, his clothes still on his back. He got up and saw everything he had was still there..money, the credit card his dad gave him. as he rubbed his head, he winced in pain "Jesus Christ, did someone hit me in the head?" he said as than looked at his watch, there saw that it was 11:50 "OK, I better back inside...the inn should be nearby" as he was walking to the inn, something about being outside felt unsafe. As he walked fast, he got the key to his room ready

as he finally got to the inn, there he just slid down the wall. He exhaled and took a deep breath as than said to himself "who was that girl?" there was so much going on that none of it make a lick of sense. as he got up, he dusted himself off and than the sounds of slurping and biting could be heard. It was the sounds like when a person is eating a watermelon, the juice getting all over the place. As Zack walked over to the source of the sound, there he saw the owner's husband eddies old loafers. "umm hello?" he said as he than saw a sight of pure nightmares. There was his wife Mabel, she had a mixture of fear and shock on her face. There was bite marks all over her old frail body as the blood seem to pour out like a juice box that was run over by a wagon wheel. Above all was Eddie, the now old man was actually seeing to look more dead than he did before...this time there was as if he was feral hungry monster. He turned to Zack and as he was starting to get up, he than noticed the one thing that set him in shock. His head was blooming a flower, a lotus of petals made of brain meat and bone pieces. His eyes were yellow and pus was spewing out like tears of lemon juice. The smell was rancid, as if the flesh was starting to decay quickly. He started to get up, he began to inch his way towards Zack, his eyes staring at him like a man who was actively trying to chase after a nice juicy steak

"hey, I know what this...looks like..i know that I walked in on you and your wife's cannibal sex fetishes...i will be just on my way" Zack said to the man as than as he did, the sounds of a strange roar came from the dead man. Zack took this time to actually throw down a lamp and run up the stairs to his room. As he got the door open, he locked it put a chair in the way and just walked backwards till he fell onto the bed. There he realized that this was a reality that he was living in. the sounds of a thing scratching at the door was heard. Zack knew who it was and as he started to panic, he realized that he had to figure out how to escape all of this…

as Zack was looking around, something didn't feel right and after a few minutes….what he heard was terrifying..or did not hear, it was the sounds of the scratching was gone. Zack sighed as he slowly opened the door. He looked through the crack of the door and he saw that nothing was there. He walked out and saw that there was nothing there. He sighed as he realized that there was no way to defend himself or a way to escape. He looked around the hallway and he thought to himself "ok, these are country bumpkins...they have to have a gun by the entrance" he thought to himself as he realized that whatever that thing was...was still in the area. As he walked down the hallway, he saw that the rooms were all closed except for one. It was the room at the end of the corner. Zack felt that there something in that room and as he just ran to the room, as he was closing the door..what remains of a middle aged woman was in there. Zack saw that there was a lot of suspicious things inside, he had to take a look. He walked in and past the remains that were obviously not going to get up, Zack saw a brief case that was locked. He looked around the room, something that he could use in order to try to figure out what it was...his answer was on a limb. The woman's meaty arm that was ripped off had a three digit number "445" and Zack put it in, there he was met with a thing that made him happy. It was a gun, it looked like a standard 9mm revolver and some ammo. As he took it all he could think of was "dear god, thank you" he than saw that there was a small manilla folder in the brief case

"concerning the trees, they are indeed not man made but they certainly have something wrong with them. The chief told me that in order for us to figure out what's wrong with them..i have to get a sample of the trees, a branch some leaves anything to see what the hell is this thing. The researchers here are everywhere and I know that they are not just admiring their work. I'll report to Albert later"

"what?" Zack asked himself as he wondered what was happening "this makes no sense? Why would someone want a piece of a tree?" Zack saw that there were more

"the police here are no help, the deputy seems to be hiding something...perhaps that he is on the payroll, a lot of the executives in this town...both the small town and the tourist trap are in the organization's pocket...perhaps that they don't know what they are playing with"

Zack stared at the paper with concern, he thought about the sheriff, but them remembered that the deputy was nowhere to be found today. Zack decided to read the final five pages without stopping

"albert told me that we were to gather as much samples as we can, apparently the shithead sent some idiot to gather samples as well. From what I heard about him, he seems as if he was a loose cannon...but still, Albert gets what Albert wants.

the people here are too friendly, they seem to not know what is going on, however there have been some strange people...the one thing that I never understood about these small towns is that why on earth are there so many secrets?

I managed to get a piece of the tree, it is a branch and a couple of the leaves, they were from the gardens where the best trees were...after a I grabbed it..i felt strange, my insides were on fire and I kept sweating..suddenly it stopped...what has he done to me?

I found the other person who collected the other sample, lucilly for me, he was caught by the police that fucking punk thought he was clever just yanking from a tree in the middle of a crowd.

i want to die, I hope it was worth it albert"

Zack just felt really nervous as he finished reading, he decided to keep it with him for safe keeping. He looked through the briefcase and all he found was blank paper, some pens and over all just a bunch strange red a white symbols…. He sat there and contemplated what he was going to do but it made no sense to stay dormant. He got up, feeling slightly more confident now that he had a gun. He felt as if he could leave the building. As he walked down the halls, down the stairs to the main entrance there he was met with a very terrifying site. It was a group whatever those creatures were. The smell was coming through the solid oak door. It was only a matter of time till they got through. Zack had to hurry and find a way out...the way he figured out was that maybe there was a back door to the garden. He just walked down the hall of the first floor and there he was met with a very nice kitchen and dining room area. There was still some dishes from supper, ome to think of it..there was still food on them, Zack just shook his head as he looked around. He went into a room that was like another seating area but there was in fact two giant sets of patio doors. Zack looked outside to see a big beautiful garden that mabel must of taken care of. The flowers were in full bloom, there was a fountain and a really nice patio set on an elevated deck. As Zack was looking out, he noticed something in his reflection, it looked strange but before he realized what it was..the thing grabbed Zack and pinned him to the ground. As Zack was struggling, his free hand was trying to find something to use as a weapon...he was met with what appeared to be a screw driver. As he stabbed him, he heard a strange sound..it wasnt flesh but the sound of a crushed flower. As the creature died Zack just pushed it off but it was even more curious as the body was light. zack just breathed heavily and as he looked at the creature...all he could do was ask himself "what the fuck are you? He said as the sounds of cracking can be heard, the sounds of wood cracking could be heard. Than a sound of something heavy landing on the ground. The sounds of walking could be heard, rather slow limp like walking...the door had broken. Zack had only two choices run or fight. Seeing that he was not a fucking government agent, he would happy take the former. Zack just ran outside, slamming the door behind him. He saw a small gate that lead to the alley way. He ran to the gate and opened it, not caring about any of the stuff he left behind, it was better that he had what he had "ammo, gun and.." he took out the folder "check" he walked out to the alleyway, where it was connected to a few shopping plaza's where the sounds of shuffling feet, the sounds of screaming and ungodly roars came from the streets. Zack felt as if that was the worst thing to do to go to the streets.