Chapter 2: Nowhere To Run
The corridor rushes past, as well as bounces up and down. Can't you run a bit straighter?
An answer comes in the hallway now spinning as the young kid trips on a fold of the carpet. Clearly, he drops the sunflower in his hand.
Ow, that almost cracked my pot. Watch where you're running ya brat!
Panic begins to set in again, and the child doesn't react. Just kneeling there, on the floor. They shake like a leaf, their eyes spin. The distance to the arms is too distant, but not the legs, and a soft nudge to the ankle brings them back.
A soft groan echoes from the hallway.
Come on, get up, get up. We need to move. Is there any place we can hide?
"Th-the basement?"
That's fine! just move!
The child stumbles to their feet, grabs the sunflower, and stumbles forward. Not without bumping into one of the tables lining the wall along the way. The vase on it tilts over, and tumbles with a loud crash. The vase scatters broken ceramic over the floor behind them.
The kid's bedroom passes us by.
The duo move swiftly in silence, except for the Sunflower who continues to narrate everything. Why am I doing this anyway? Is it a nervous tick? A method of compartimalizing everything? A hobby? Why am I like this? Why was I even made?
And what on earth happened to- the basement!
The kid's foot catches the serged edge (the yarn bundle at the end) of the carpet and they fall hard on their knees. They stick both hands out and catch their fall…
Only for the thing in their hands to tumble away.
Ack! The side of my pot cracked! I said to watch where you're running!
The kid doesn't move, staring straight at the ground.
Agh! Not again! Come on you-
The leaves reach out, only to reach nothing. The pot had tumbled away when dropped, there was a good half a meter between them. Way too far for a small sunflower to reach.
And in the distance, a soft groan was heard, growing louder by the second.
The Zombie… is coming.