Page 48 of Possess Us
‘I did not sign up for fucking zombies!’ I scream, slamming myself against the door. ‘You never said anything about mother-’Slam.‘Fucking-’Slam.‘Zombies!’
My forehead rests against the door, and I let out a sigh.
I’m not getting out of here that easily. I step back and put on my big girl pants. Metaphorically. My actual pants are ridiculously small.
I can deal with being trapped in a creepy asylum with a demon and a zombie as my ass hangs out of my slutty nurse costume. I’ve faced worse. Not weirder, but definitely worse.
I have no other fucking choice.
I slip off my stilettos, curl my fists into a ball, and head deeper into the house.
I have a demon to find.
Back in the surveillance room, I search for any sign of Kai and do my best to ignore the live feed of zombie boy ripping into his girl’s liver. Even when a group of girls pass them in a fit of giggles, thinking it’s all part of the show, I don’t allow myself to get distracted.
I see the pre-recorded video of the inmates. Empty rooms. The guests passing by.
Where has he gone?
‘There you are!’ I press my hand against the screen, seeing him walk by what looks like a hospital ward. Plastic patients lie in beds with dirty sheets. He runs his fingers along some of them before disappearing from view. Then they start to move, twisting in their sheets and rolling around.
Before I can lose my resolve, I run out of the room and deeper into the madhouse.
The corridors are dark and dirty. Cobwebs cover the flickering lamps lining the walls, and I shudder at the giant spiders hanging in the corners. The music has stopped. Now the speakers play muffled screams and distant groans. I try a couple of doors until I find one that opens. I step inside, straight into a large room with flickering lamps and a gramophone playing yet more creepy fucking music.
Seats line the walls. Dummies sit in various poses. Some stare blankly into nothing. Others are curled up in a ball. An old man sits in an old-fashioned wheelchair, his long white hair covering his gaunt face and gaping mouth.
By the door is a huge man, his stomach hanging over his knees, and old green vomit covers the front of his white hospital gown.
Ahead is the door. As I walk towards it, a low groan makes me jump.
‘What the fuck?!’
I freeze when several hands press against the wall between me and the door, like people are trapped inside, desperate to scratch their way out. A childlike giggle has me turning.
Yep. Of course, the mannequins are coming to life. The vomit guy is gagging on green puke, unable to move because he is so fat. The girl curled up in a ball is now rocking back and forth, moaning and groaning like she’s possessed.
And the one who was staring into nothing is now staring at me, giggling like a lunatic and holding a fucking knife. She licks it, cutting her tongue in two. Blood oozes from her mouth, and yet she still laughs.
The door flies open, and the guy who stood next to me in the surveillance room grabs my shoulders, screaming incoherently as he shakes me.
I recoil, overcome with the stench of burnt flesh and hair.
As I look, I see that the makeup isn’t makeup anymore.
His skin is smoking! His skin is charring and blackening as though coals lie under his flesh.
‘I’m burning! I’m burning!’ he yells before shoving me aside and running back towards the exit, which I know is still locked.
I stumble back, horrified at the state of the guy. At the stench!
When my back meets the wall, I scream, feeling hands grab at me.
From inside the fucking walls! No longer blindly feeling. Very real hands pushing out from very real brick.
They pin my arms down. My ankles. They grip my hips and feel my face.
‘GET THE FUCK OFF ME!’ I scream.
