Of course it was locked. I tried knocking just to see what would happen. Nobody answered, so I gave it a kick, but I must have thrown more power in it than I had planned because the door flew off the hinges and midway into the living room.
The house appeared to be empty. I shined a flashlight all around the room…nothing. The smell wasn’t so great though. Something had certainly been through this house. I was just hoping it wasn’t still inside.
We entered cautiously.
That’s the worst feeling ever by the way. Entering a dark, enclosed area and having no idea what’s going to come running out to rip off your face. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to do it, but I really, really hate it.
The kitchen was full. We both agreed to grab some food on our way out. The more food we could stock pile, the longer we could last.
Kingsley went to the window and looked out at the backyard. He motioned me over and pointed.
A dead man was walking in circles around the backyard. He hadn’t seen us, so he didn’t seem to pose that much of a threat, but we still watched him wander in circles for a few moments just to make sure. After we were satisfied that he wasn’t going to come charging through the windows at us, we continued our search.
We needed to be quiet.
Slowly, we searched the entire downstairs floor. There were five different rooms and zero signs of life or un-life. We found ourselves staring at the stairway that led to the upstairs floor. The beam of our light didn’t penetrate very far from our angle. It was dark, it was scary and we were going up there. Neither one of us was very happy.
Step by step we rose. I had the gun in front of me, ready to blast the shit out of anything that needed blasting.
At the top of the stairs we waited. My head was on the carpet as Kingsley kept watch. I waited for the light to flicker. I would see it under one of the doors when it did.
It happened just a moment later. In one quick flash of light, I knew where to go.
“Now what?”
“We should check the other rooms before we open that door.” I said.
“Fuck that. Let’s just open the damn door and get the hell out of here,” replied Kingsley.
As it was, I figured we were pushing our luck. If something wasn’t currently trying to bite me that probably meant it was well on its way. So, I took Kinsley’s advice.
The door was locked. I tried knocking. Of course there was no answer. I tried again with my ear pressed against the door. I heard a whimper. It was a human whimper. I heard it, I was positive.
I shouldered into the wood of the door as gently as possible. It wasn’t that quiet, but the door did open.
We went inside and turned on the light. At first glance it was empty.
We found ourselves standing in a little girls’ room with twin beds. It was all done up in pink with flowers and rainbows drawn onto the walls. There was a desk in the far corner and a closet on the left.
“You sure this is the right room?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “I saw the light under the door. Try the closet while I look under the beds.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” said Kingsley.
To be honest, I laughed at this and called him a pussy.
I went to the first bed and keeping as much distance as I could, peered underneath. Toys and dust bunnies. I was about to go to the next bed when Kingsley opened the closet door.
I jumped no less than fifteen feet when he screamed. It darted out of the closet, ran between his legs and scrambled under the second bed.
“What the hell.” I shouted as I brought my Glock up and prepared to fire through the bed.
Kingsley just about tackled my gun arm in response.
“Don’t shoot. Don’t shoot. She’s alive.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yeah, she’s just a little girl.” He answered.
Well there ya have it. I once again kept my distance and peered under the bed. She was a dirty, smudged, little girl in a blue dress. A little out of fashion I imagined, but Kingsley was
The house appeared to be empty. I shined a flashlight all around the room…nothing. The smell wasn’t so great though. Something had certainly been through this house. I was just hoping it wasn’t still inside.
We entered cautiously.
That’s the worst feeling ever by the way. Entering a dark, enclosed area and having no idea what’s going to come running out to rip off your face. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to do it, but I really, really hate it.
The kitchen was full. We both agreed to grab some food on our way out. The more food we could stock pile, the longer we could last.
Kingsley went to the window and looked out at the backyard. He motioned me over and pointed.
A dead man was walking in circles around the backyard. He hadn’t seen us, so he didn’t seem to pose that much of a threat, but we still watched him wander in circles for a few moments just to make sure. After we were satisfied that he wasn’t going to come charging through the windows at us, we continued our search.
We needed to be quiet.
Slowly, we searched the entire downstairs floor. There were five different rooms and zero signs of life or un-life. We found ourselves staring at the stairway that led to the upstairs floor. The beam of our light didn’t penetrate very far from our angle. It was dark, it was scary and we were going up there. Neither one of us was very happy.
Step by step we rose. I had the gun in front of me, ready to blast the shit out of anything that needed blasting.
At the top of the stairs we waited. My head was on the carpet as Kingsley kept watch. I waited for the light to flicker. I would see it under one of the doors when it did.
It happened just a moment later. In one quick flash of light, I knew where to go.
“Now what?”
“We should check the other rooms before we open that door.” I said.
“Fuck that. Let’s just open the damn door and get the hell out of here,” replied Kingsley.
As it was, I figured we were pushing our luck. If something wasn’t currently trying to bite me that probably meant it was well on its way. So, I took Kinsley’s advice.
The door was locked. I tried knocking. Of course there was no answer. I tried again with my ear pressed against the door. I heard a whimper. It was a human whimper. I heard it, I was positive.
I shouldered into the wood of the door as gently as possible. It wasn’t that quiet, but the door did open.
We went inside and turned on the light. At first glance it was empty.
We found ourselves standing in a little girls’ room with twin beds. It was all done up in pink with flowers and rainbows drawn onto the walls. There was a desk in the far corner and a closet on the left.
“You sure this is the right room?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “I saw the light under the door. Try the closet while I look under the beds.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” said Kingsley.
To be honest, I laughed at this and called him a pussy.
I went to the first bed and keeping as much distance as I could, peered underneath. Toys and dust bunnies. I was about to go to the next bed when Kingsley opened the closet door.
I jumped no less than fifteen feet when he screamed. It darted out of the closet, ran between his legs and scrambled under the second bed.
“What the hell.” I shouted as I brought my Glock up and prepared to fire through the bed.
Kingsley just about tackled my gun arm in response.
“Don’t shoot. Don’t shoot. She’s alive.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yeah, she’s just a little girl.” He answered.
Well there ya have it. I once again kept my distance and peered under the bed. She was a dirty, smudged, little girl in a blue dress. A little out of fashion I imagined, but Kingsley was
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