Just as they had left for the foyer, Kenny heard the noise that he thought Bryan had heard. He paused to listen, but there was no way that was a human screaming for help. As it got closer, it became more distinguishable. It sounded more like an empty moan than a call for help. As soon as it was within earshot Kenny moved in to investigate.
As he rounded the corner, he met their "estranged victim" face to face within seconds.
"Oooaoaoooo" it moaned.
Kenny gasped for air, in a state of shock. This man was missing a quarter of his skull, and his flesh had turned grey as if it was decaying. His teeth were practically gone, and he just walked forward arms outstretched, moaning.
"Stop right there!" Kenny shouted.
The man continued to walk.
"I said stop!" Kenny said more desperately.
The man didn't stop.
"I warned you!" Kenny shot a warning shot into the man's leg.
The man paused for a second, reeled off the shot's momentum, and then continued in Kenny's direction.
"What the fuck?" Kenny screamed. That was no man, it wasn't possible, that was a monster, a zombie.
"Jesus-fucking-Christ" Kenny said, as the zombie grabbed him and sank his cold teeth into his flesh.
Kenny had always been a religious man, but he never knew that those words would be his last prayer ever.