Chapter 7: Friends
Eden was going through the Garden Hallway when she heard it. A door slammed somewhere behind the door to the living area. Becoming scared, she flew out the door to the Garden area where she saw two skinned looking dogs "sleeping" on the ground. When they heard the door slam behind her, they immediately rose and began a chase for her. Frantically, she searched for her handgun and popped one into the mouth of the closest and then took the other down with five rounds. Eden smiled at herself, she might not be an expert marksman, but damn she was doing good!
Going past the door, and into the Garden shed, she noticed there was a pack of shotgun shells. Not much help if I don't have a shotgun though, she sighed bitterly. Who knows though she might get lucky and find one lying around?
There were two doors in front of Eden. The one to her right led down to the Cabin and the other led to the Garden pavilion area. She didn't want to go to the Cabin because she heard that in the commotion, Lisa Trevor escaped and the Cabin was her main haunt. The only logical choice would be the one in front of her.
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Dammit! Olivia had run across a zombie in the Red Hall and had to go through the door next to Trevor's study. Slamming it and locking it behind her, she remembered that zombies who were as far gone as that one was couldn't open doors because there was too much brain deterioration.
Collapsing to the floor to make her heart stop racing, Olivia looked around the room, curious to see how it had changed too. The rugs were very dirty. Every time she stepped on one, a big puff of dirt would come up. Someone left the window up to let a breeze come through. The room inside the hall was a bedroom with a study. These rooms were once used by William and Albert when they were much younger. Down the stairs was the door leading to the Garden Hallway and a storage closet that is rarely used. Olivia like that closet. It was where she had lost her- Ahem- anyways, she needed to get herself up and stop reminiscing or she could get eaten without even knowing it.
Getting up Olivia went down the creaking stairs and past the closet, but couldn't help but to wonder if anyone ever knew about what had gone on in there 10-16 years ago every Friday night. She shrugged. It really didn't matter.
