Sorry it took a while to update. School has been really busy for me...so much afterschool activities. Anyway, on to the story!
The sun rose, rays of light seeping through the small holes of the drawn curtains and a sleeping form rolled over with a grown.
Cindy didn't want to get up now. She needed her beauty sleep. There was a shifting in the beds mattress as her sleeping buddy, Jake, moved. Cindy gave a small smile, keeping her eyes shut and wrapped her arms around the warm slim bare chest of her boyfriend.
She drew circles on his back with her pink-coated nails. She stopped realizing his skin wasn't smooth as it used to be, in fact, it seemed to be coated with wrinkles and the skin was more like a rough hide, almost crusty. She paid his skins rough texture no heed. She gave a tired yawn emitting a small squeak from it.
"Morning Jake." She murmured.
She pressed her pale face into the curve where his shoulder met his neck and nuzzled it. He smelled of dust, mildew, and blood, but the smell that caused her bones to chill was that he smelled of death. She pulled away, eyes still closed, brow furrowing in confusion and a slight tinge of fear prickling in her chest.
"You reek of garbage and graveyard. I think you need a showe-…"
She opened her aqua blue eyes and froze. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck pricked up and her muscles were tense. Jake was lying right next to her. What was left of him anyway. His arms were torn from his sides and now lay in a bloody puddle at the foot of the bed. His skull was smashed in, dried blood hung in his hair and on his face. The cracked skull revealed pure white bone and his eyes were pulled from their sockets leaving only black holes that went an inch or two deep. His skin was black, burned, as if by fire.
Cindy whimpered, hands to her mouth, body in a fit of shaking. Suddenly she tore the sheets off her and him.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" She screamed like a madwoman.
She jumped off the bed, tripping over the bloody chopped off arms and fell onto her butt. She stood fast racing over to the door, turning the knob and pulling. She pulled again, harder, twisting, pulling. The door was locked. She looked back at the bed. The corpse lay still on the bed.
Its legs lay where her feet had once laid. She suddenly had a sick feeling of being dirty and began rubbing her feet and legs, hard, with her hands. Salty tears flowing from her eyes, tears of fear.
She froze in the middle of rubbing her right foot. There was something in the room. She stood erect, eyes searching everywhere. Nothing. The corpse wasn't turning into a zombie, but there was something in the room. She was not alone.
"H-hello?" She stuttered.
There was a slight breeze blowing her hair back, but the window was shut and there were no fans in the room. Her flesh was covered in Goosebumps and her throat was tightening from tears and fear.
A noise! She turned to her right in time to see her most expensive bottle of perfume crash to the floor, shattering the glass into millions of little shards. The pink liquid spilling onto the hard wood floor.
"H-hello! I-is anyo-one there?" She backed up until her back touched the door. Suddenly the bed sheets moved and she screamed, turned around and pulled the knob. Suddenly the door opened and she fell back, regaining her balance she ran from the room, screaming bloody murder.
She ran fast, down the flight of stairs, through the hallways, finding herself in a large kitchen. It was huge, checkered black and white tiles covered the floors and the walls were a snow white with pure white cupboards that seemed to blend with the walls. Her heart was pounding and her salty tears began to sting her cheeks and her stomach churned as she had bile begin to rise up her throat.
"CINDY!"
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" She screamed.
Cindy jumped back, knocking the warm hand from her shoulder and lashing out with clenched fists and sharp pink nails. She made contact with it hearing it's pained yelp. She jumped back a few feet opening her eyes to see Dib. He was cradling his arm where her nails had pierced through the black trench coat.
"I-I thought…I-," She was too frightened to speak.
"That really hurt, uh, you look pale. What happened?"
"Jake…stench…dead." Tears began welling up in her eyes again and she dove into Dib causing him to yelp in surprise. She began sobbing into his arms and he instinctively wrapped his arms around her quivering body. He held her with his left arm and rubbed her matted blonde hair with his right, in a soothing manner.
"Dib-human, what on Irk are you doing?"
Dib craned his neck back to see behind him. Zim walked into the kitchen, eyes were showing signs of a sleepless night. He stalked in, and planted himself next to the two humans.
"She saw something…I think Jake is dead or she saw something dead."
"EH? You humans cannot use your words correctly. Now, you, wormbaby," He pointed to Cindy, "Where did you see this…this thing?"
"My room…don't go…dead." She sobbed in Dibs protective arms.
"Dib-human, I will go check things out up in the bedrooms. You stay here and comfort this filthy wormbaby. By the way…where is Gaz?"
Dib frowned, "She's still sleeping, don't disturb her unless you'd like to be headless."
Zim spun around and headed out of the kitchen, walking through the long hall and began marching up the staircase. His weight caused some of the old stairs to creak in protest. He reached the top and went to Jake and Cindy's room. He had an ice-cold chill run down his spine and he shivered, involuntarily.
Taking a deep breath he grasped the gold knob and turned it. The door creaked opened. Zim's eyes were wide, muscles tense, and he was ready to flee. His fake lavender eyes scanned the room, the bed, the floor, everything. Nothing was inside.
He realized with disgust that there was only one large king sized bed in the room meaning the both of them had shared. There was a large white carpet in the center of the room and two small lamps at each side of the bed. He stepped inside the room and peered closer to the bed. He had thought he saw some movement, but there was nothing there.
"Guess no one's here."
Zim said more to convince himself than anything. He turned around and walked out of the room with a faster than normal walk and closed the door in one swift motion behind him. Nothing is here. We are alone. He thought and walked left down the hall heading towards the stairs. He was about to take a step down when he heard a loud thunderous bang. He jumped back from the stairs and spun around, staring down the long hall to the one door at the end of it. His heart thumped loudly and his breathing began speeding up.
He turned to make a move back down the stairs to the kitchen when he heard screaming.
"HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP!"
Zim didn't need to hear more because he turned around and raced down the hallway, opposite direction of the stairs. He passed his room and Cindy's room on the right and the Laundry room and bathroom on the left. He stopped at the front of the door at the end of the long hall. No sound. Had it been his imagination getting the best of him?
He pressed his right 'ear' to the door, listening. Suddenly he jerked back from the movement and pounding on the door. The sound was like drums of war, no, they were like wild savage drums beating with fear. The sound never ceased, the pounding continued and the door shook on its hinges.
"HELP ME! GET ME OUT OF HERE! HELP!"
The voice was that of a grown male, a deep raspy voice. Zim didn't know what to do. He had thought they, the group and himself, were the only inhabitants in this building. He began to back away from fear but froze as he heard his name.
"ZIM HELP ME. DON'T LEAVE. HELP ME, HEEEEEELLLPP! IT'S COMING, GET ME OUT. I DON'T WANT TO DIE. ZIIIIIM!"
Zim couldn't take it, he reached a gloved claw out and grasped the handle, turning it fast and throwing it opened. The door hit the wall, hard, possibly leaving a large dent. The sounds of panic ceased and Zim looked into the large walk in closet. There was nothing there. All my imagination. He thought to himself trying to convince himself that nothing was there, once again.
Then before Zim threw the door shut he noticed that the door only had one handle, on the outside meaning that anyone who was inside was locked in. To Zim, he got the feeling that a door like that should be left closed, never to be opened. He threw the door shut. His heart was beating wildly as he turned, walking back down the dark hall.
The loud banging started up. Zim jumped in fear, causing a scream to be released from his green lips.
"ZIM, HELP ME, DON'T LEAVE ME! ZIM. PLEASE! ZIIIIIIM."
Zim didn't look back, didn't walk, he raced down the hall as fast as his little legs would carry him. His eyes were wide and alert with fear and his heart was racing with an adrenaline rush. He raced down the stairs fast, jumping down the last five and racing down the short hall that led to the kitchen where he collided with a figure. He fell to his rump.
Zim looked up, breathless, to see Dib staring down at him.
"Zim? What's wrong? What did you see?" Dib asked with concern he never knew existed for the alien.
"I saw-I…I didn't see anything. I just thought I heard something."
"Really now, heard what?" A new voice came in.
Both boys and Cindy who was sitting at the kitchen table in the center of the room looked up at the kitchen's entrance.
Ooh! Cliffhanger...well at least to me it's a cliffhanger, LOL! Who is at the entrance?
I will try to have the next chapter posted up soon...I just need to think of a few ideas as to what should happen next!
