Miller sighed and shifted on his feet, waiting for the line to the haunted house to shorten. He had already been waiting for ten minutes, and was starting to wonder why he let Monty drag him into going to the haunted house Monty had both helped set up and dressed up for. Eventually the line shortened and Miller was into the haunted house. He jumped as multiple zombies and horror scenes passed before him, and at first, he didn't notice the ever-so-faint sounds of police sirens. Although, when mutilated and rotten people started to slip out of their hiding places, a feeling of dread started to form. Miller followed the crowd through the narrow hallways and wide rooms of the haunted house, the feeling of dread rising when he saw a large crowd cramped into a small room. He quickly shoved his way to the front of the crowd to a particularly gruesome scene. There was yellow "crime scene" tape which surrounded body. Said body was almost indescribable. There were large gashes along the body, most of which were pooling blood. Meanwhile the sound of people who couldn't handle the horrible, smelly mess that was once a human filled the air.
For a small, dumb moment, Miller simply thought it was an extremely detailed part of the haunted house that maybe Clarke herself had worked on (Clarke had a nack for detailed, gory things). But then he saw the faces of the grim police officers, the realization that the people puking up their guts were people that were dressed up in gory outfits themselves (the feeling of dread was almost making it hard to breathe) and he realized the most horrifying thing of all.
He didn't know where Monty was.
Panic overcoming his dread, Miller started pushing past the people to his left, so he could see the face of body (morbid, he knows, but it coul-it could be Monty and he had to know). He finally managed to get to get to the front of the crowd by the yellow "crime scene" tape, and immediately felt sick. There, with his lifeless, dull eyes and a face of muted terror.
Was Monty.
