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sight of the
approaching ghoul with its unbelievable face, the blood smeared
over and down its front side, is tremendously frightening. She even
backs up a couple of feet using her hands, but it takes less than a
few seconds for her to remember just how hopeless her life has
become. She remembers all of the death and the losses she has
experienced in the last week and eases her bottom gently down to
the cabin floor. Looking down at her twisted ankle, she takes in a
deep breath, then closes her eyes and exhales just as
deeply.
    When she re-opens them, she
sees our zombie trying to figure out how to get back through the
door. The broken in space appears to be too tight, and the clumsy
brain-dead vessel can't seem to solve its exhausting puzzle. He
tries to fit an arm and leg through, but no luck. He tries to get a
leg through first, but his hips are too big to follow behind it.
Never before has a door posed such a problem, not that he has run
into many as he is now. He could probably just smash in more of the
wood and make the space bigger, but that thought never crosses his
vacant mind. The space is there. He should be able to get through.
For him, it should be as simple as that.
    The girl notices his
struggle from her doomed position on the floor not too far ahead,
but knows it'll only be a matter of time before he breaks through.
Then, she'll be his for the taking. She gives him one last look of
distain and then leans backward, all the way down until the back of
her head is resting uncomfortably on the floor. Then she closes her
eyes and waits, ready for this nightmare that life has become to be
over.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: I'm all yours, asshole...
    Our zombie is more than
happy to do her this service, put a quick end to her nightmare, if
he could only get through this suddenly, unbreakable door. Coming
through it the first time had not been easy, but he had not
had this much of
a difficult time. Perhaps it is because pushing in on the door the
first time around caused jagged edges of wood to spike out into the
hallway side. When following her father's wishes, the young girl
was smart enough to dodge all the dangerous spikes near the top,
she was just a little too hurried and cut herself on the ones
below. An unthinking zombie is not able to understand this, that he
must be more cautious getting back through, and his frustration
starts to build. He pushes and pounds and tries one more time to
fit half of his body through the large crack. He gets a leg, an arm
and his head part of the way through, but he can get no
further.
    Now greatly angered, he
makes a large and frantic attempt to push himself in, but his
endeavor has the reverse effect. In charging forward against the
jagged wooden spikes, he is punctured by several of them. At least
eight pieces of door get lodged into our zombie's front and about
five get hooked into his back and side. The leg he was able to get
through didn't quite make it all the way, so it's foot sits very
unsteadily on the living room floor. It makes for a terrible source
of leverage in his attempts to release himself. He jerks back and
forth, but the more he does, the more the door tightens its
splintering grasp of him.
    Lying stretched out across
the floor on her back, the teenager with raggedy golden locks waits
patiently for her demise. But why the long wait? All she can hear
are grunts and growls coming from the hallway door, but no action.
When you're ready to die, all of a sudden there's a big hold up.
She thought she would never have to use them again, but if he is
going to take his time, she might as well. She opens her eyes and
looks straight up at the ceiling staring back at her.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: (sniffs) Well,
what's taking you so long…?
    She brings her head upright
to take a look at what has been keeping her family's killer from
gifting her the same fate it had her parents, and then she sees.
Her zombie attacker is stuck in the tight, ridged space in the
door. Her head