Al Drin Hoshizora: Yeah, sure thing.
I am a burglar: Great.
Antha1: He's dead.
Js: Thank you.
When the Boss and his men, along with Bill and Arabella, arrived at Riley's school, they found no sign of the feral on school grounds.
The Boss got out of the truck and inspected the area. "Dammit!" He shouted after a quick search. "The thing is long gone by now!"
Arabella hopped out of the truck after the Boss, walking towards him. She was about to snipe at him for wasting their time, but she stopped when she caught the scent of something.
"Hey. . ." She whispered, her eyes widening. She sniffed the air a few more times, and said, "I think I'm picking up on something."
"Really?" The Boss asked, turning to look down at his young partner of sorts. There was a hopeful look in his eyes.
"Yeah, it smells like. . . rotting flesh," Arabella said, pinching her nose in disgust. "And decaying teeth. And a lack of hygiene. . ."
"Do you know where it leads?" The Boss suddenly interrupted. Arabella turned to glare at him, annoyed at being interrupted. However, she nodded quickly and said, "Come on, follow me."
"Yes!" The Boss said, a look of actual joy on his face. "We're this much closer to rooting these things out!"
With that, the men followed Arabella down the street in the direction the feral's scent was taking them.
That night, Jill had gone to the hospital to visit Meg.
When she arrived, she immediately saw Meg's mother, sobbing over her daughter's unconscious body on the hospital bed. Meg's skin was pale, her eyes shut tight; the only indication she was alive was the ever so slight rising and falling of her chest.
It pained Jill to see her daughter's best friend in such a state, and she felt herself wracked with even more guilt. It occurred to her that the only reason the feral attacked Meg was because she had been with Riley.
Slowly, she approached Meg's mother, extending a hand and resting it on her shoulder in comfort. The other woman slightly jumped in surprise, turning around. Upon seeing it was Jill, she immediately wiped away her tears, not wanting to be seen in such a vulnerable state.
"Oh, Mrs. Andersen!" She said, still startled. "How are you?"
"I'm. . . fine," Jill replied, though she secretly doubted that. "How's Margaret?"
Meg's mother shrugged. "The doctors say she has a concussion," She confessed, wringing her arms. "They say she was lucky she was brought to the hospital soon enough." She lightly took Meg's hand and gave it a light squeeze as she spoke.
Jill looked down at Meg's unconscious body. "She didn't deserve this," She muttered, clenching her fists.
"I should never have let her go to school!" Meg's mother blurted out bitterly. "She should've been home, with me! Not here!" Though she tried to hold them in, she couldn't stop the tears from flowing.
Jill couldn't bear to see Meg's mother like that, so she instinctively wrapped her arms around her. "Hey, it's alright," She said to her. "Your daughter's going to be just fine."
Meg's mother swallowed her tears. "And. . . where's your daughter?" She asked.
Jill paused. "She's being. . . watched over," She said, shifting her eyes. She let out a deep sigh.
Wiping away her tears, Meg's mother said, "I still don't understand how the feral knew the girls were going to school today. It couldn't have just been a coincidence."
"Yeah," Jill mumbled to herself. "Unless it was. . . watching them before they left home."
As she spoke, Jill's eyes slowly widened as realization set in. The feral was after Riley; the only reason it would've gone to the school was if it knew Riley was going. And it only would've known if he'd been around when Riley left home. Which meant that the feral had to have been near the Andersen's home when Riley left.
"I have to go home!" Jill suddenly shouted, startling Meg's mother.
"Go home?" She asked, surprised. "Why?"
"No time to explain!" Jill said, already heading towards the door at a fast pace. "I'll call you later!"
By that time, though, she was already out the door.
"Rob, stop spamming the cocktail!" Jordan snapped at the overweight Other as the two played Left 4 Dead in the basement of their house. "You're going to set all of us on fire!"
"Well it works!" Rob retorted, snapping back to the game. He saw a zombie, it's body caught on fire, rushing towards him, and quickly blew it's brains out.
Shelley suddenly walked downstairs. "Do you have anything other to do than play that stupid game?" The blonde Other asked, irritated.
Rob paused the game, and turned to face Shelley, a stony glare in his eyes. "This game is not stupid," He growled.
"Yeah," Blackjacket agreed. They unpaused the game and continued playing it.
Shelley rolled her eyes and folded her arms. "Too much video-games are bad for you, you know," She lectured the two boys, who continued to ignore her.
As Shelley shifted her eyes, annoyed, she caught sight of something standing outside the window of the basement. A panicked look filled her face, and she straightened up.
"Zombie!" She shouted out in horror.
Rob paused the game once more. "Well, duh," He said, annoyed. "What do you think we're fighting?"
He noticed Shelley's panicked look, and asked, "S-Shelley?"
The blonde raised a shaky arm and pointed at the window. Slowly, the two boys turned around to stare at the window to see what she was pointing at.
Then, the two let out a blood-curdling scream.
There, staring at them through the window with lifeless eyes, was a feral zombie, licking it's rotten lips hungrily.
Before any of the three could react, the feral smashed through the window and lunged right at them.
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