Normally I'd wait for more reviews, but I want to continue this story quickly and update ASAP.
Korrasami 88: They're coming for you!
Creamy Buttercap: What are you going to do, review them to death?
Al Drin Hoshizora: They just did.
Drunken Hamster: You'll find out quicker than you think.
Gloyd Orangeboar: You thought all Hell was breaking loose in the last chapter. You haven't seen anything yet.
UltraTech Cinder: I've heard some people want a zombie apocalypse to happen just so they can kill the people they don't like.
Antha1: I'm leaning towards the former.
That night, Bill and Jill decided to spend the day with the rest of group, if only so that their suspicions of the two would cease and they wouldn't suspect anything.
Sir and Larry watched the two as they slept in the room next to where the rest of the group was. Sir turned to Larry, his eyebrows creased.
"Something weird is going on with those two," He told Larry. "They've been spending a Hell of a lot of time in that building. I think they're hiding something, and I want you to find out what it is."
"Why me?" Larry asked. Sir didn't answer; he just put a handgun in Larry's hand and sent him off towards the apartment next to the building.
Larry slowly creaked open the door leading to outside the building, and peered outside to make sure there were no zombies outside.
The streets were clear. Larry cautiously stepped outside, looking left and right to make sure that there were no walkers outside, spying on him. However, he found no evidence. The streets were clean, and the air was silent.
Putting the gun in his pocket, Larry walked towards the apartment building. He kicked a small soda can on the ground, and it tumbled onto the sidewalk. As it did, there was a small flash of black that soared out from a garbage can, and Larry jumped in shock, then calmed down when he saw it was just a cat.
Dumb animal, he thought as he twisted the doorknob to the apartment and let himself in. The apartment was pitch black in the darkness, and he could hardly see. Feeling around, he rested his hand on the staircase railing and proceeded to walk up the stairs.
In the forefront of his mind, Larry wondered what he was even doing here. What did he expect to find in the dirty apartment? Surely Bill and Jill weren't keeping an important secret from the group. He hoped to just scout the apartment, find nothing, then return to tell the rest of the group what a pointless mission he had been on.
He finally reached the top of the stairs, and walked down the hallway. It looked like he was staring into an empty pit, and unfortunately for him, there were no sources of light, not even a switch so he could flick the lights on and see.
With one of his fives senses rendered useless, Larry knew he would have to rely on the other four. Feeling through the walls to find a door, Larry also listened for any kind of sound for him to pinpoint a location.
Then he stopped. For some reason, he thought he had heard footsteps. He stayed as silent as possible, wondering if the noise was real or if it was his own paranoia. He heard nothing.
Larry then heard breathing coming from inside the room. He blinked once in confusion. He thought Bill and Jill were sleeping with the rest of the group.
He grabbed the doorknob, but before he twisted it, he whipped out his handgun. If there was someone else in the room, he wanted protection just in case that person was hostile, or worse, a zombie.
As he twisted the doorknob, he couldn't help but think that he'd seen the silhouette of a small girl at the end of the hallway. Ignoring it and writing it off as his own superstitions, Larry opened the door, and peered inside the room.
He saw a bed. And in that bed, he saw Yellowjacket and Blackjacket.
He was from a considerable distance away, but Larry could still tell they were zombies. They looked so corpse-like when they were asleep that there was no mistaking that.
Larry's eyes widened. Was this what Bill and Jill had been attending to? Two zombies? But why?
So many questions were circling in his head that he didn't feel the gun in his hand get ripped from his grasp until it was out of his reach.
Then, Larry heard an unmistakable growling coming from right behind him. He felt the low breathing down his neck, and before he could turn around, a clawed hand grabbed the nape of his neck and dragged him downwards to the creatures eye level.
In the short moments before his death, Larry saw it. Two dead eyes in the darkness, twisted into an angry glare. A pale face, twisted and ugly.
But the very last thing he saw was a row of fanged teeth, coming straight at his throat.
Yellowjacket awoke, springing out of her bed suddenly. She thought she had heard the sound of a bone being snapped, just outside the room. She looked at the door, and saw that it was open. She craned her head to the left and saw that Blackjacket was still sound asleep.
Grabbing his shoulder, Yellowjacket shook him awake. She then pointed a clawed finger at the open door. With a nod, Blackjacket got out of the bed, as did Yellowjacket.
The two slowly shambled towards the door, and pulled it all the way open. Their eyes had adjusted to the dark, so they could see far better than Larry had. Even then, they didn't see anything at first.
However, Blackjacket nudged Yellowjacket and pointed at the ground. She saw a stream of blood that seemed to stretch down to the end of the hallway.
Curiously, the two followed the trail of blood down towards the hallway, wondering whose blood it belonged to. They stopped at the end of a closed door. Yellowjacket pushed Blackjacket to the side and leaned her head against the door.
From inside, she heard the gnawing of flesh, and a hack. Yellowjacket hesitated, then gripped the doorknob, twisted it, and opened it. The two then walked inside.
It did not take them long to see what was inside.
First, they saw a corpse. Not a walking corpse, a very, very dead one. His throat was torn open, his face was mangled beyond recognition, and his stomach had been torn open.
In the darkness, the two could barely make out a small hand reach into the man's stomach, then pull out. . . something, before raising it towards its mouth, followed by a crunching sound.
Then, the crunching stopped. Yellowjacket and Blackjacket stood paralyzed with fear as the sounds of the creature feeding came to a resounding halt.
Slowly, a small, wiry girl crawled out from the darkness. She stopped over the man's dead body and came into view.
Her hair was white and unkempt. She was dressed in a dirty white dress. Her nails were long and ghastly. Her head was lowered, so they could not see her face. However, they could see blood drip from her mouth.
Then, she looked up, and Yellowjacket and Blackjacket saw her blood-smeared face.
Then, the girl let out a scream, and she lunged at the two.
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