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could at least get behind that rationale I thought. I was reasonably sure she would give me a little time to complete my work before she left and I could live with that. With a last backwards glance I saw her tending to her brother and satisfied that she wouldn’t cause me any trouble, I left the building.
    I had no intention of going around the back of the building and facing the dog, so I walked as stealthily as I could across the muddy yard to the front entrance. The door was solid wood and I had no way to see beyond. I peered through the keyhole but it was far too dark inside to see anything. I debated whether or not to enter. Eventually I decided that they would likely miss the man I had killed before too long so I would have to go in.
    The door wasn’t locked and opened with little noise onto a hallway. Immediately before me a set of wooden stairs led up to the second floor. A door at the end of the hall was open and revealed nothing but darkness beyond. To the left a door was ajar and faint light spilled out along with voices. I glanced at the floor and was relieved to see a filthy and threadbare carpet that would cut down on the noise I would make.
    I crept close to the door and peered through. As I had guessed it was the living room. A fire was burning in the fireplace and was the sole source of light. Two men sat on worn-out furniture drinking beer from cans. The room was in need of a good clean and judging by the number of empty cans and bottles that littered the floor, this wasn’t the first time they had spent the evening drinking.
    They were joking about what their missing companion was likely up to with the girl and laughed as they spoke of the beating they had given the man. They showed no concern so far at his absence so I still had a little time. With the way they were drinking the beers it would only be a matter of time before one of them needed the bathroom. I crouched behind the door and waited as patiently as I could.
    Somewhere in the house a clock was ticking. The sound could be heard even above the sounds that were coming from the living room. It was immensely annoying and soon began to grate on my nerves.
    Before long I was counting the seconds with each tick of the damned clock. The men in the living room must have had bladders of steel because neither had moved from the room. A small amount of pressure on my own bladder made me fear that I would need the bathroom before they did.
    I peered through the gap in the door again to just in time to see one of the men zipping up his trousers and putting a full bottle on the floor beside his chair. His companion had fallen silent and I began to hope he may be asleep. If they were too lazy to leave the room to go to the bathroom, it was likely they would just allow themselves to pass out where they sat. That would certainly make my task a great deal easier.
    With a sigh I settled back down to wait once more and began to count the seconds as they passed. Surely one of them would miss their companion or decide to go to bed I reasoned as I peered through the door again. It had fallen quiet in the living room and the figures sat in their chairs were unmoving.
    As I stood slowly attempting to exercise the muscles that were in danger of falling asleep, I decided that they must be sleeping. I slowly pushed on the door hearing a low creak as it opened further. No reaction from the men, so I pushed the door open wide enough to slip into the room.
    My choice of weapon tonight was the knife. I would save the hatchet for the undead and use my preferred choice of weapon to take the lives of the two men. The two chairs sat facing each other on either side of the fire. I crept up beside the chair that was facing away from me.
    Excitement was rising within me. I gripped the knife firmly in my right hand and slowly rose above the side of chair, my gaze travelling up the man’s still form as I looked for the perfect place to strike. I don’t know who was more surprised