Moan Chapter Three .:Unfinished:.

Hurried footsteps stop next to us. A group of people, the sound of firearms clanking accompanied them. “Tim! What happened?!” A soft voice screams out. James looked up, his eyes widened. Tim’s wife stood, her hands on her mouth. A whimpering barely escaped her lips. James stood up to comfort her. She embraced him fully, sobbing into his shoulder. “What happened to the other two?” James questioned towards the group, Jenna still sobbing into his old brown jacket. I paced cautiously to the door, and peered inside. Past the right of the table, there laid two bodies, blood serving as a connecting web between the two. The woman missing most of the skin on her jaw, and a large portion of her neck, a gun laid in her hand. The man was not even 5 feet from her. He was toppled over backwards. A bullet hole in the left of his forehead, a bite on his forearm. On the left of the table laid Austin’s motionless body. Propped up against the wall as if he was forced to it in a struggle. I glance down at the beast at my feet. The back of his head blown away, the brain exposed. A single fly buzzes, stopping to examine the pink matter that was ripped by the Kalashnikova’s round. I step back, turning to one the men in the group. A stout man, not much shorter than myself. “Put a bullet in each one of their heads. We don’t need any of them standing back up.” He nodded hastily and started to make his way into the room. I stood, slowly backing to the area of wall just to the right of the door. I slid down, massaging my forehead. Placing my hands on my knees. A shot rung out. Another.

I sat on my bed, the horrors of today. The ripped flesh of the woman’s jaw encasing my mind. Raveling through each thought like a intruding tentacle. Smashing each one possible. To think after all the death I’ve seen, it wouldn’t affect me. The sea blue tint in her eyes. A familiar shade. Voices ring through out the compound. The clean up crew, taken up with the duty of disposing the infected bodies. Ever since a child was infected by a twice dead ghoul, they’d been burning each ghoul’s body asap. Of course they do it outside of the compound walls, burning an infected body in the vicinity of so many people would be like igniting a solanum bomb. Its only common sense.