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gone.
All she could think about was her thirst for that candy, her head throbbing with her need for it.
She leapt to her feet.
Heard noise coming from the emergency room, and she wanted to go back, but it was full of adults.
Adults were strong and mean. They would fight her, maybe hurt or even kill her.
Her black eyes fell upon a placard between the elevators:
3 rd FLOOR
Cardiovascular Services
Endoscopy Registration
The Birthplace
The words were too big for her to read except for the last line.
T-h-e B-i-r-t-h-p-l-a-c-e
.
She smiled, and her huge teeth split her cheeks the rest of the way to her earlobes.
Maybe there would be babies there. Smaller, yes, not as brimming with red candy as adults, but...
How could they fight back?
Randall
AS the doors closed and the elevator began to ascend, Randall frowned.
"What's wrong?" Jenny asked.
"The elevator music. I think it's a Metallica cover."
She listened for a moment, then nodded. "I think you're right."
"When did it become okay to do that to Metallica? There's no more decency in the world."
Jenny didn't reply.
Honestly, Randall didn't care about the elevator music--he was just trying to distract himself from the fact that his feelings were hurt.
Yes, in a hospital full of flesh-eating, blood-drinking creatures, moments after being responsible for a bludgeoning death and a decapitation, Randall's feelings were hurt. So what if he couldn't spell
pediatrics
? He could spell
most
of the word, and even in a time of crisis, even after he saved her life, Jenny seemed to go out of her way to make him feel dumb.
Of course, Jenny had never made fun of him before he started drinking. He guessed that was the only way she could get back at him. Since the divorce he'd tried to smarten up. He'd read books--
real
books--but he had to admit that while he sort of understood them while he was reading, the words weren't staying in his brain.
But just like getting sober, he kept trying. Because he loved her.
He'd always love her.
And maybe someday--
The elevator doors opened.
Focus.
Time to save the kids.
Randall held the non-running chainsaw out in front of him. He could hear screams coming from several different places, but at least there weren't any draculas in the hallway.
A dracula ran around the corner into the hallway.
"Get behind me," said Randall, though Jenny had already done that. The dracula was absolutely drenched in blood--it even dripped from his hair--and he wore a black leather jacket and a pair of jeans that you could sort of tell had once been blue. He clearly wasn't a patient or a doctor; it was probably somebody visiting a friend or relative.
The dracula rushed down the hallway toward them, mouth wide open.
The elevator doors started to close. It was hard for Randall to believe that he was in a situation where he
didn't
want heavy metal doors to close between him and a bloodthirsty monster, but those kids needed to be saved. He bumped the doors with his elbow and they slid back open.
The dracula extended his arms and opened its mouth even wider.
"Hold this," said Randall, handing Jenny the chainsaw. As she took it from him, he slid the hatchet out of his belt. Though he wanted to shout a battle cry and rush to meet the creature, he couldn't run on his injured leg, so he clutched the hatchet tightly in his fist and steeled himself for the creature's approach.
He let out the battle cry.
The dracula let out an animalistic screech.
Randall stepped forward and swung the axe as hard as he could. Perhaps he couldn't spell "arterial spray," but he could sure as shit make it happen. The blade of the hatchet wasn't large enough to completely sever the dracula's head, but Randall's aim and the force behind the swing were inarguably fantastic. The blade went completely through the dracula's neck, bursting out the other side, and its head flopped to the left, dangling by a small strip of meat.
The dracula was
All she could think about was her thirst for that candy, her head throbbing with her need for it.
She leapt to her feet.
Heard noise coming from the emergency room, and she wanted to go back, but it was full of adults.
Adults were strong and mean. They would fight her, maybe hurt or even kill her.
Her black eyes fell upon a placard between the elevators:
3 rd FLOOR
Cardiovascular Services
Endoscopy Registration
The Birthplace
The words were too big for her to read except for the last line.
T-h-e B-i-r-t-h-p-l-a-c-e
.
She smiled, and her huge teeth split her cheeks the rest of the way to her earlobes.
Maybe there would be babies there. Smaller, yes, not as brimming with red candy as adults, but...
How could they fight back?
Randall
AS the doors closed and the elevator began to ascend, Randall frowned.
"What's wrong?" Jenny asked.
"The elevator music. I think it's a Metallica cover."
She listened for a moment, then nodded. "I think you're right."
"When did it become okay to do that to Metallica? There's no more decency in the world."
Jenny didn't reply.
Honestly, Randall didn't care about the elevator music--he was just trying to distract himself from the fact that his feelings were hurt.
Yes, in a hospital full of flesh-eating, blood-drinking creatures, moments after being responsible for a bludgeoning death and a decapitation, Randall's feelings were hurt. So what if he couldn't spell
pediatrics
? He could spell
most
of the word, and even in a time of crisis, even after he saved her life, Jenny seemed to go out of her way to make him feel dumb.
Of course, Jenny had never made fun of him before he started drinking. He guessed that was the only way she could get back at him. Since the divorce he'd tried to smarten up. He'd read books--
real
books--but he had to admit that while he sort of understood them while he was reading, the words weren't staying in his brain.
But just like getting sober, he kept trying. Because he loved her.
He'd always love her.
And maybe someday--
The elevator doors opened.
Focus.
Time to save the kids.
Randall held the non-running chainsaw out in front of him. He could hear screams coming from several different places, but at least there weren't any draculas in the hallway.
A dracula ran around the corner into the hallway.
"Get behind me," said Randall, though Jenny had already done that. The dracula was absolutely drenched in blood--it even dripped from his hair--and he wore a black leather jacket and a pair of jeans that you could sort of tell had once been blue. He clearly wasn't a patient or a doctor; it was probably somebody visiting a friend or relative.
The dracula rushed down the hallway toward them, mouth wide open.
The elevator doors started to close. It was hard for Randall to believe that he was in a situation where he
didn't
want heavy metal doors to close between him and a bloodthirsty monster, but those kids needed to be saved. He bumped the doors with his elbow and they slid back open.
The dracula extended his arms and opened its mouth even wider.
"Hold this," said Randall, handing Jenny the chainsaw. As she took it from him, he slid the hatchet out of his belt. Though he wanted to shout a battle cry and rush to meet the creature, he couldn't run on his injured leg, so he clutched the hatchet tightly in his fist and steeled himself for the creature's approach.
He let out the battle cry.
The dracula let out an animalistic screech.
Randall stepped forward and swung the axe as hard as he could. Perhaps he couldn't spell "arterial spray," but he could sure as shit make it happen. The blade of the hatchet wasn't large enough to completely sever the dracula's head, but Randall's aim and the force behind the swing were inarguably fantastic. The blade went completely through the dracula's neck, bursting out the other side, and its head flopped to the left, dangling by a small strip of meat.
The dracula was
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