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Alright, so this next chapter gets a little dark so if you're sensitive to this kind of thing then I'll put a small break where you can just skip right ahead to, the last thing I'd want to to trigger something.
Chapter 3
A tall man stood there, an stern expression on his face as he slowly glared looked down at the cowering girl on the floor. His expression quickly changing as he noted she was barely covered, in nothing but a towel and a dirty smirk creeping across his face as he peered down at Eleanor.
"Well hello there sweetheart." he leered still with the disgusting grin on his face but Eleanor was still frozen, just staring straight back at him, tears now falling down her face, "Please..." she sobbed, she could hardly speak and her body was shaking uncontrollably, her hand dropping from her mouth to grab tightly onto the towel still wrapped around her.
He saw the movement, his eyes flicking down to her hands but the smirk only grew. "Oh you won't be needing that…" the words rolled off his tongue slowly and he took a step towards her as he took off his baseball cap throwing it behind him. Eleanor's eyes widened and she struggling to get off the floor and push past him, but he simply grasped onto her roughly, pushing her back down to the floor where he pushed his weight onto her, muttering vile words in her ear. She began screaming, hitting him, pushing him, anything to get him off of her but nothing she did seemed to have any effect on him, her efforts were nothing against his strength and she was helpless as he began running his hands roughly over her body, over her breasts and down to her thighs.
Eleanor tried to pull herself from underneath him, tears falling down her face as she clung the bottom of the toilet to try and pull herself away. He lifted back off her, knowing that he was blocking her only exit and she looked briefly to see him unzipping his trousers before clutching hold of her legs and pulling her back towards him. The towel had become loose, draped around only her lower half and her hands still gripping onto the toilet, struggling as they managed to move to the top of the tank, pulling herself away from him. Everything seemed to slow down as her grasp tightened onto the lid of the tank and she pulled one of her legs frees, shifting to lean on her knee.
The memory of her and Harriet in the woods came flooding back, fighting off one of those things as she turned around to see another grabbing onto Harriet's face and neck bringing her to the floor as blood ran down her body, screaming in pain.
The man lunged forward as she raised the lid of the tank and swung it towards him, hard porcelain hitting his face sending him back. He looked back at her, fury filling his eyes as he closed in on her but was hit in the face once more as she swung the tank again, this time knocking him completely back. Eleanor got onto both knees, moving hastily forward to the man, striking him again and again, over and over. A mist had formed over eyes as she let out shouts in complete anger and fear as continued smashing the tank to the man's skull, blood soon hitting back onto her body after each blow.
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She sat back leaning against the bathtub. Blood now surrounding her and she looked up to the ceiling, her hands covering her face and she wailed and cried over everything that had happened.
She stayed there for hours, thinking everything over in her head. He was the first person who she'd seen in months and that was his first reaction, that was the cost of being an alone girl in this world. She stood up, glaring down at the dead body of the man who tried to attack her, Eleanor's heart still thumping uncontrollably in her chest as she spat at him in disgust, anger coming back to her as she kicked his corpse repeatedly to vent it before she walked out the room, snatching the baggy jacket she had left on the chair and pulling it over her body. She walked, the fury still present in her body as she went into the kitchen and began rummaging through draws hastily until she found a pair of scissors and made her way back to the bathroom, stepping over the man and staring at herself in the mirror.
She wiped the mirror with her sleeve, not hesitating before she grabbed her hair and started hacking away at it, letting it fall to the floor. There was enough to worry about in this world; the dead coming back to kill the living, having to kill your own friends, your own family if they turned without having to worry about the living coming to hurt you too. She'd only killed one of those things before, watched as they chased after her and Harriet, using the knife she had to kill it, barely. She had been scared whenever she saw them things, but fear hadn't filled her as much as it did when that grin stretched across that man's face at her, a twisted sense of indifference that followed at what she had done.
Eleanor cut the last piece of her long hair which was now only a couple of inches long and she walked to the bedroom, her face blank of expression and she put on her underwear and a bra, opening the wardrobe pulling out some baggy jeans and a shirt that were left, tugging them on. She took her own dirty converses, pulling them back onto her feet and tightening the laces securely. She walked out; grabbing her bag and putting on her jacket before she passed the bathroom, stopping in her place. She peered down at the floor, seeing the baseball cap the man and thrown off before he came towards her and she bent down slowly, dropping her bag at her side and snatching the hat, placing it on her head, over her short hair before she picked up her bag, heading towards the door.
She picked up the car keys that were left on a small table next to the door and exited the house, getting into the man's truck. She readjusted the mirrors, momentarily getting a glimpse of her reflection, her eyes cold before turning on the engine and driving away.
