Chapter 3

"Wait, wait, wait."

Nate sulked, "What?"

"So let me get this straight, if I may. You went in an abandoned mansion that sounded like it was on the verge of collapsing, you rob a very rare and expensive lighter by the sounds of things and then you run into a zombie."

"If you have being listening correctly, then yes. That's what has happened so far."

Sully pulled a face a Nate's remark.

"Nate, what are you on and where can I get it."

"Sully there was a zombie stood there right in front of me and it looked like it just got woken up early from its beauty sleep. Trust me, didn't look happy."

"Maybe it's 'cus you stole it's lighter."

"If that's the case then it got what it wanted back."

Sully took his cigar out of his face and stared emotionally at Nate.

"What do you mean it got its lighter back kid?"

Nate came to the stairs and bolted down them. He came to a wide corridor. There were four rooms; two to the left and two to the right. He quickly looked at each room a few times while sang Eni Mini Miny Mo in his head. Every time he sung that song in his head it freaked him out, as he sung it always as an old friend used to sing it, who was in fact a girl. After deciding which room to take he went for the one on the far left. He ran in, closed the door, grabbed the nearest chair, put it under the handle then slumped down next to the chair. He sighed, thinking on what he was going to do. A shiver went up his spine… something was up. He looked up to see a table with four chairs; there were originally five until Nate helped himself one to block out the zombie. There was something that caught Nate's eye. One of the chairs was knocked over. He stared at the chair tumbled over on the floor. When he grabbed the other one, he was sure that they were all put up straight. He shook his head, "Nah it's just me, my minds playing tricks on me ag-." Before he could finish his sentence he heard an awful scream. He looked to his left to see another zombie. "Seriously," he started " few things. One, if you're going to sneak up on someone be more quieter, two seriously not in the mood right now and lastly three two words … tooth brush." He started at the zombie's teeth. Nate did occasionally forget to brush his teeth, however after he saw that he was going to brush his teeth often. His heart froze. He was quite stupid to have missed what the zombie was missing … its arm. He grabbed the chair and opened the door. Only to be greeted with the same zombie from before, screaming in his face. He slammed the door shut in its face. He heard a slight crunch and a scream. He turned behind him to see the other zombie closing in. Luckily for Nate, it was stumbling quite a bit. Nate looked around the room. He thought anything he could use for a weapon. All he saw was a candleholder, although he could take an eye or two out with it he didn't really wanted to use it, a few pictures. His eyes met the table set. He went for the chair on the floor, picked it up and swung it around the zombie's head like a bat. The zombie backed off in pain. It stood blankly for a moment and let out a scream. An understatement would be to say it was pissed. The door swung open and the other zombie walked in, clearly then crunch Nate heard was the zombie's nose as is appeared to be broken. Nate looked around and saw an open window. He ran towards it and looked out. It wasn't a bad off a drop. If he rolled it right he could just away with a bruise. He turned towards the zombies and looked at them. He couldn't leave them here. What if they ever got out Nate thought? If he left them they might escape. Nate's eyes beamed with delight. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the lighter. He pushed the lighter down and it caught alight. He sighed with relief. His finger slipped and the flame was still burning. The lighter must be broke. That was a good thing, as he threw it at the zombie with no arm and then lighter fell to the floor. The zombies examined it closely for a while. The flame was still going. The carpet in the room caught fire. It spread dramatically. Nate turned to the window, hoped onto the ledge and looked down. He took a deep breath and then leapt from ledge.