Chapter 3

It had been three days since Thrasher had put Bitey in his own room – and he was getting worse. He started leaving hand prints over the one sided window, which Scapegrace stood behind. He wasn't sure how he was going to kill him yet. He had researched different ways to kill a Zombie on google, Decapitation and cut to pieces seemed to work apparently, one thing that kept coming up was that you can't kill something that's already dead. A Zombie was pretty dead.

"Master?" Thrasher asked from the door way holding an axe.

"Yes Thrasher" he replied still watching Bitey lug his body around.

"I brought you an axe" He held the axe up for him to see.

"I see that Thrasher" he sighed

"It has to be today master" Thrasher told him in a small voice.

"I know" Scapegrace replied sadly, taking the axe from Thrasher he turned to go into the other room, "You can go back up to the office if you want, you don't have to see this" and with that he left Thrasher where he stood looking on in the room Bitey now paced. He watched as Scapegrace entered the room and skirted around the edge to one of the corners, raising the axe above his head, he brought it down on Bitey's foot. Thrasher looked away he could only stomach so much, and watching his master destroy one of his kin was too much. So he scurried from the room and made his way to the main office, when he got there Clarabelle was sat at his office chair looking on his computer.

"Hi Clarabelle"

"Hi Gerald almost set up your computer"

"Okay, I never knew how to work them things" pointing towards the computer

"Nor me, I just like pressing buttons, where's Scapey?"

"With Bitey" Thrasher replied on the verge of tears

"Oh, you didn't see anything did you"

"No"

"Good" Clarabelle smiled happily pressing more buttons on the computer. Thrasher looked back out of the door to the walkway, staring at the door to the room Bitey is in. A couple of moments later Scapegrace opened the door, stepped out and closed the door behind him. Thrasher saw Scapegrace still had the axe in his hand, the sharp end was covered in blood, and the wooden handle stained red. Pushing himself off the wall Scapegrace made his way to the office dragging the axe on the floor.

"Scapegrace" Clarabelle said as she heard him make his way up the stairs.

"Yeah Clarabelle" Scapegrace replied with a heavy heart, he knew what he had just done was for the best, but Bitey looked at him as his leader. He wasn't cut out for this. He never wanted to be the zombie king, never wanted to run the retirement home.

"Scrapey you all right?" Clarabelle asked, Thrasher was hovering in the corner

"Yeah I'm going to lie down" walking past them, along the way he leant the axe up one of the desks and went into his office closing the door behind him.

Hi, Sorry its been a while since I last posted I've got a ton of college work to do :( but its writing so I don't mind :) please review :)