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Authors: Shaun Whittington
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
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even let me walk him to the changing rooms."
"He's very independent for a seven-year-old."
Paul smiled and nodded. "He's like his mother." He then looked up and pointed over at the door, his eyes widened with horror. Was he seeing things? He jogged a few yards across the field, Karen followed, and could see the changing room door more clearer now. "Shit!"
"What is it?" Karen was unsure why Paul Dickson was in such a panic.
"The ... the door's shut. I told him to keep the door open. It's pitch black in there."
Both Paul and Karen ran over towards the changing room's door. "Poor mite," panted Karen, a few yards behind Paul. "He'll be scared to death. There's no windows in there."
"I told him to keep it open."
Paul opened the door and pushed it open as wide as it could get, spilling daylight into parts of the room. Karen quickly turned away from the door and felt sick from the smell that hit them both. The foul stench also tortured Paul's nose, but his concern for his seven-year-old son was more of a worry for him. Poor thing's probably frightened to death being alone in the dark, unable to find the door to get out . His face then twitched as he took in a deeper breath. Jesus, it stinks in here .
"Kyle!" Paul called out, coughing a little. "Kyle!"
Paul and Karen both stepped inside. Paul, holding the shotgun loosely in his right hand, constantly called out Kyle's name, but there was no response. He wasn't by the urinals, and Karen began checking under the cubicles, but nothing was there. She stood to her feet, and said, "There's only the shower area to check. Maybe he's gone home."
Paul and Karen both had their T-shirts over their noses as they walked into the shower area, and Karen peered her head round to look in. She suddenly released a scream.
Paul barged past Karen, and felt his knees buckle once his eyes clocked the macabre and surreal sight of one of the dead, sitting down on the shower floor and stuffing entrails from a body into its mouth. His knees began to buckle and his face drained. The thing was aware that other entities were in the room, but the 'meal' he was enjoying appeared to be too good to be dragged away from.
"Oh no. Oh Paul." Karen sobbed over and over again.
It hadn't sank in just yet for Paul Dickson, but as soon as the sitting beast put its hands inside the torso of the little body once more, he dropped the shotgun and his whole body shuddered.
He took a step forward, but Karen held him back and gently pushed him out of the shower area. He fought back, and re-entered the area to help his boy, despite him being beyond help, and clocked the awful sight of little Kyle's body and his bloody face, his hazel eyes wide open. The body was still intact, but another few minutes and his little boy would be torn apart by this dead bastard.
Karen picked up the shotgun off the floor, went over, and front-kicked the creature off the body. She walked around and grabbed the snarling beast by its hand and pulled it across the floor with her left, whilst holding the shotgun with her right. It grabbed her ankle as it writhed on the floor, still chewing parts of Kyle, and she gave it a smack in the face with the butt of the gun, turned it around, and emptied a shell into its face.
Its face exploded; the contents were spread over the floor. The noise was deafening, both Paul and Karen's ears were ringing, and she dropped the gun to the floor next to the mushy brains that had been forced out of the creature's head. She took a quick peep of the remains of young Kyle Dickson, his belly had almost been emptied, and sobbed as she went back over to the shell-shocked father who was still standing at the end of the shower area, unsure what to do.
"Don't look!" she cried, again, pushing him back, away from the shower area. "You don't need to see this. You don't need to see this."
Paul walked backwards until his back was against the tiled wall of the changing room. Tears streamed down at a furious rate and his face
"He's very independent for a seven-year-old."
Paul smiled and nodded. "He's like his mother." He then looked up and pointed over at the door, his eyes widened with horror. Was he seeing things? He jogged a few yards across the field, Karen followed, and could see the changing room door more clearer now. "Shit!"
"What is it?" Karen was unsure why Paul Dickson was in such a panic.
"The ... the door's shut. I told him to keep the door open. It's pitch black in there."
Both Paul and Karen ran over towards the changing room's door. "Poor mite," panted Karen, a few yards behind Paul. "He'll be scared to death. There's no windows in there."
"I told him to keep it open."
Paul opened the door and pushed it open as wide as it could get, spilling daylight into parts of the room. Karen quickly turned away from the door and felt sick from the smell that hit them both. The foul stench also tortured Paul's nose, but his concern for his seven-year-old son was more of a worry for him. Poor thing's probably frightened to death being alone in the dark, unable to find the door to get out . His face then twitched as he took in a deeper breath. Jesus, it stinks in here .
"Kyle!" Paul called out, coughing a little. "Kyle!"
Paul and Karen both stepped inside. Paul, holding the shotgun loosely in his right hand, constantly called out Kyle's name, but there was no response. He wasn't by the urinals, and Karen began checking under the cubicles, but nothing was there. She stood to her feet, and said, "There's only the shower area to check. Maybe he's gone home."
Paul and Karen both had their T-shirts over their noses as they walked into the shower area, and Karen peered her head round to look in. She suddenly released a scream.
Paul barged past Karen, and felt his knees buckle once his eyes clocked the macabre and surreal sight of one of the dead, sitting down on the shower floor and stuffing entrails from a body into its mouth. His knees began to buckle and his face drained. The thing was aware that other entities were in the room, but the 'meal' he was enjoying appeared to be too good to be dragged away from.
"Oh no. Oh Paul." Karen sobbed over and over again.
It hadn't sank in just yet for Paul Dickson, but as soon as the sitting beast put its hands inside the torso of the little body once more, he dropped the shotgun and his whole body shuddered.
He took a step forward, but Karen held him back and gently pushed him out of the shower area. He fought back, and re-entered the area to help his boy, despite him being beyond help, and clocked the awful sight of little Kyle's body and his bloody face, his hazel eyes wide open. The body was still intact, but another few minutes and his little boy would be torn apart by this dead bastard.
Karen picked up the shotgun off the floor, went over, and front-kicked the creature off the body. She walked around and grabbed the snarling beast by its hand and pulled it across the floor with her left, whilst holding the shotgun with her right. It grabbed her ankle as it writhed on the floor, still chewing parts of Kyle, and she gave it a smack in the face with the butt of the gun, turned it around, and emptied a shell into its face.
Its face exploded; the contents were spread over the floor. The noise was deafening, both Paul and Karen's ears were ringing, and she dropped the gun to the floor next to the mushy brains that had been forced out of the creature's head. She took a quick peep of the remains of young Kyle Dickson, his belly had almost been emptied, and sobbed as she went back over to the shell-shocked father who was still standing at the end of the shower area, unsure what to do.
"Don't look!" she cried, again, pushing him back, away from the shower area. "You don't need to see this. You don't need to see this."
Paul walked backwards until his back was against the tiled wall of the changing room. Tears streamed down at a furious rate and his face
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