Chapter 2
Jen shrieked as what was once an officer stumbled towards her. The thing once human gave a gurgling moan. Its blank inhumanly white eyes made her pill with terror like she had never dared feel before. Only a few feet separated her from the possessed officer, before her adrenaline-rich body finally relinquished control to her instincts. She slammed her eyes shut and lifting her favourite pair of black chucks she kicked the creature with a distasteful sound of an impact on wet tissue.
The hall fell silent with the silence of the officer. Only her heavy breathing could be heard in the darkness. Her heart drummed in her ears and temples with a heavy tattoo, and her face beaded with sweat.
"This place too?" she managed, fear obvious in her tone.
Another moan arose from behind a near door.
"I need a weapon," she reminded herself, afraid of seeing another creature, or what if there is more than one next time?
Looking at the body for the first time she was overcome with nausea. Wet shucks of rotted flesh seemed to melt off the face of the officer, and for the first time she noticed the foul odor that such a being emitted. The unmistakable smell of decay.
She moved over the officer to leave when a shimmer caught her eye. Immediately she knew what it must be. Slowly and cautiously she reached for the weapon, watching the face of death, as if it would awaken at any moment. The cold metal was an oddly comforting sensation against her palm. Her temples throbbed ever harder as she unsnapped a pouch next to the holster. Never looking away from the decayed face she pulled out two extra clips then slowly backed away from the body.
Quickly she turned and ran to the closest door, its creaky hinges echoed in the eerie silence of the hall. She knew she had to get out of the city, but how...she though as she turned down a corner of another hallway, hoping she was going the right way.
Conan burst through the lobby doors into the darkness of the streets. He stopped turning towards his peruser. The monster gave a hellish scream and lunged at the door. Frozen with a combination of awe and fear he could only watch, and pray the doors held.
THUMP
The doors held and the beast fell back. Its long claw scraped against the ground as if in a fir of rage. He stood in the cast of rectangular light that escaped from the lobby doors, finding it better not to press his luck any further. Slowly he crept out into the darkness of the streets, hoping not, but ready to dart at an ambush. He looked down each side of the street.
"Oh God..." his face flushed and his heart sank.