ZombieNes

[Terrance888]

Late Evening

They drove back to the camp.

"Nice shot De! You got it right in the head! No meat ruined or anything." Groused Rick. Although only 23, the man already has some amazing moles and lack of wives. However, love wasn't wanting, for he loves girls only second to guns, and oh boy does he love his guns.

"Thanks bro. Sorry about the wacko." said Derek. He has finished an apprentice program instead of high school because school was too boring. He needed more than a pencil to move. At the autopark he learned how to piece amazing pieces of engineering together with some mechanic elbow grease: by getting his hands dirty. Rick was his mentor after finishing the program, and they bud together because his truck needs a mechanic every two hours or so, and he needs someone to bud around every few hours or so. All his friends have already left for fancy-pants colleges.

"Aw its fine bro! That warmint asked for it by walk'n in the middal of the road. 'e din't eavan say sorry for leaven a dent in my truck!"

Derek smiled as the redneck sprouted about how wonderful his truck was as he prepared the fire-pit. He dumped a sack of charcoal and then layed a layer of wood over it. As he lit it he thought of the wonderful flavor of wild venison he'll have for dinner... hmm... roasted.

There was a sudden rustling in the brambles. Derek snapped, alert now. Both he and Rick watched as a disheveled man broke through the branches. His leg seems to be sprained, but the man limped towards them, stepping on the top of his feet. He moaned as he shuffled foward.

"Darn Ta'nat'n", yelled Rick, "'Noth'r Varmint ingrate!" He picked up his shotgun.

"Don't! He looks hurt." said Derek doubtfully. The man was tinged grey, and as he wandered closer, he moaned. It soon became ceaseless. The eyes suddenly looked in his, and he can see that it was dead.

Before he can react however, the man... ghoul, fell into the firepit. There was no scream of pain as it tried to shuffle through the burning coals. The redneck swore again and fired into the flaming mess. The shell hit the torso but the... thing kept crawling closer. Finally, a second shot entered the head and killed it.

"Bah! We have to dig 'noth'r one!" cried Rick. He took a swig of moonshine.

"Is that all you think of? He looks..." Derek stopped. The shuffling... the dead eyes... "Like he supposed to be dead... like the dead eyes and the smell and the shuffling feat... can't feel pain at all..."

Rick looked at him for a long moment, then he said, "Can yorn spek in Short'r sent'ces pleze?"

 

[Lord_Iggy]

Day One: Evening

BAM pit-cha-cha BAM chi-BON chi DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA Ba-da-chi ba-dum-tish.

“Whoo!” I do a little trill on my Bass, while Marty tries to twirl his drumsticks, accidentally dropping them behind the tom-tom.

“Ladis and Gentlemen, put your hands together for SLAUGHTERCRASH DESTRUCTORRRRRR!”

A find cloud of dust finishes settling as the room returns to its initial quiet.

“Good stuff Marten, way to actually keep the beat this time.”

“Same Max, congrats on not blowing out another amp today.”

The power’s been back on for an hour today, but the internet and phones are still down. It’s complete BS, even the cell service is out. I leave Little Bro behind to find his sticks while I go upstairs. The Parental Units are going to be displeased that we’re not calling tonight, but What Can You Do? I stare at static on the TV for a few moments before I notice something moving outside the window. Walking outside, I see a large looking man standing in mom’s flowerbed, staggering along the edge of our fence.

Freakin’ Drunk.

“Hey man, what are you doing there?” The guy turns around. He’s got blood splattered across his lower face and neck. Eyes half-closed, he moans weakly and waves an arm at me.

“Oh crap! Sorry, I thought you were wasted or something.” I walk out towards the guy, but he just staggers forward another step and grabs my arm for support.

“Easy now, what’s happened to you- what the hell?” He’s grabbing at me, mouth open, the moaning sound growing louder. His hand is ice cold. Shocked, I shove him off, and he falls over backwards against the fence. Maternal unit’s gonna kill me for the damage this is doing to the garden.

“Marty! Get out here, there’s some crazy dude out here. In a few seconds, Marten’s arrived, drumsticks in hand.”

“Holy F*ck a f*ckin’ zombie!”

“What? He’s…” I trail off as a chill runs down my back. The toppled man’s hand is raised in the iconic Dawn of the Dead position as he slowly pushes himself back up. He’s inhaling in a raspy death rattle. His skin looks grey and papery around the extremities, and his eyes are cloudy.

“Hrnnnnnnnnhhh…”

“Max! Get inside, quick!”

I’m not going to do that just yet. “Hey guy, sir, whatever, not funny. Get out of here. Cut it out man.

He doesn’t respond, but he’s upright now, and coming closer.

“Max! Get the f*ck inside you f*cking !”

“I’m warning you, if this is a joke, stop it now, if not-

“MAX!”

I turn around and run inside. Marten shuts the door behind me.

“ -”

“Enough Marten. Is the door locked?”

Little Bro nods. The guy (zombie?) outside is starting to bang on the door. I run downstairs, past the storage place and practice area to my bedroom. There it is, on the wall above my dresser. Gingerly, I lift it off of the brackets on the wall. It’s been a week since I last got to practice with it, but it should do the job. Naginata in hand, I run back upstairs. Marten is leaning against the door, holding his head away from the window in fear.

“Buck up Little Bro, let’s kick this zombie’s ass.” I strike a badass (I think) pose with the polearm in hand, then gesture towards the door. Marten puts on a wide, slasher grin and holds out his drumsticks in what I imagine was supposed to look like some sort of Kung Fu pose he stole from a movie.

“Now if you’d please, the door.” Marten pulls it open and I fire a high kick through the door, striking the zombie square in the chest. It huffs and falls backwards once again. With a shout, I leap out and slash down at its chest with the weapon. Blood spurts out of the guy’s chest, and I back off, suddenly terrified that I’ve hurt someone. Jumping backwards, I crouch down low and watch the comatose body. With a cracking noise, it begins to move again. In a way, it’s a relief- this thing is definitely not human. Letting go of all hesitation, I let out another war-cry and slash at him again and again, cutting off a hand and thoroughly slashing up his front. A few blunt blows knock him back a bit, but it doesn’t seem to do any damage.

Mark’s out on the lawn with me, in a deadly dance around this living cadaver.

“He’s a zombie Max! Go for the head!”

The suggestion seems stupid - since when have movies ever portrayed anything realistically?- but I’m not in a very critical mood right now, so I follow the advice and start going after the head. The guy’s looking really mutilated at this point, but he seems no closer to going down. With a lurch, he suddenly grabs the blade, and with impossible strength pulls me towards him. A kick to his leg knocks him off balance, but he’s got a death grip on my weapon, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting go of it. Wrestling at close quarters with a zombie is definitely something I don’t want- I don’t know if bites spread zombie-itis, but I have a nasty suspicion that they do.

Suddenly, from behind, Marten leapt forwards, drumsticks out, and plunged them through the eyes and deep into the dead man’s skull. It releases its grip on me and steps back, flailing blindly. I grit my teeth and turn around, bringing the naginata’s blade in a huge arcing swing. With a jarring ‘sthwunk’, the zombie’s head detaches, flying off and bouncing bloodily off the front door. The rest of its body collapses to the ground.

For a moment, silence reigns. Marten takes a few steps towards the motionless head, then pulls the gory drumsticks back out.

“Holy crap!”

“Yeah.”

“That… was… SO METAL!” Marten crosses his bloody implements over his head.

“Yeah… go clean those things off, you don’t want to get whatever that guy had.”

Marten goes pale.

“Y-you don’t think that would happen do you?”

“Damned if I know, but I don’t want to have to do that whole decapitation shenanigans with you tomorrow, so use soap.”

Marten goes inside to wash up. I use paper towel to clean off my blade, then clean up the same. The radio still doesn’t work. As I resume cleaning off the Naginata, I feel its edge- rounded and dull. Understandable, I’d only ever used it for sparring before, but it seems that it’s going to be seeing a lot more use soon. But where could I get it sharpened?

Ah!

Ms. White.

We’ll be off shortly.

 

[Toteone]

I volounteer for a running mission!! Give me some extra ammo, food and water and I'll run from building to building telling everyone to aim for the head!
I'm just a rookie anyway, I'm the most expendable!
Lemme go Chief! I can do this!

 

[Lord_Iggy]

Day One: Evening: Part Two

Marten and I are on our bikes, in front of Jane White’s house. I’ve got my naginata in one hand, Marten’s got his… drumsticks.

“So whose place is this?”

“She’s an adult in my martial arts group- makes swords and stuff. Hopefully she’ll be able to sharpen this.”

“Is she hot?”

I give Marten an odd look, then nod surreptitiously as I knock on the garage door. Clanging sounds from inside continue, so I knock again, somewhat louder. They stop and the garage door begins to roll open. She’s wearing shorts, working gloves, and eye-protection goggles are pushed up on her forehead. Her sleeves are smudged with oil, and numerous burns are visible on the heavy apron hanging on the wall behind her. Also, there’s a freaking huge-ass sword in her hands.

“Ms. White?”

“Can I help you with something?”

“Uh… yes in fact!” I proffered my Naginata towards her. “I was wondering if you would be able to sharpen this.”

Recognition spread across her face.

“Oh, I know you! Max, kid from the Sunday afternoon, group, right?”

“The one and only.”

“Well, come in Max, and…”

“Marten.”

“Marten. But… why do you want this one sharpened, it wouldn’t be safe-”

“Actually, it would be a lot safer with a sharp edge. Have you been outside today Ms. White?”

“Please, call me Jane. I didn’t notice anything other than the power outage.”

“Radio was down too.”

“Ahh.”

“Also, zombies.”

 

[Lord_Iggy]

I've found a much better version of the present map of Telluride.

 

[NedimNapoleon]

Day One: Sunset

*quietly reads* "Goddam money.It always ends up making you blue as hell."

"Finished with chapter 15 of the Catcher in the rye, its getting dark better get to my house."

*Turns of lights and exists* "Thats strange, the street lights aren't working, I bet they'll fix it till tomorrow"

*continues walking and hears grunts and has a marine felling of being followed, Shouts* "Who's screwing with me, Im armed and dangerous, you found the wrong man to screw with"

*Sees something moving in the bushes* "They're you are you little bstrd, meet your doom"

*Jumps into the bushes* " Whats this, blood, omg I took someones hand off!, its getting up, this aint no man, it looks like the Charlies we napalmed, ARRRRRRRGH"

*takes out bayonet and goes into PTSD insane killing* "Im gonna chop you down to little peaces, you know what you did to my friend Bubba, one of your so called brotherly heroes took his head off with an RPG, Im going to take yours off you bstrd ARRRRRRRRRRR"

*Gets out of the bushes, dripping in blood* "Oh shi.... they're must be more of them, I better get back home quickly, so I can get more ammo provisions and fortify myself"

 

[Toteone]

I'm glad he didn't read Atlas Shrugged.

 

[Seon]

Too bad I read it

 

[Capt_Lightning]

“Just great…” muttered Jace. The day was not going well for him. First, he had to begin Saturday school today. He can’t even remember why his grades dropped so low, or when he started acting up. Then there was a fire and he snuck out of school. And then when he finally got home to relax, the power was out and his laptop battery quickly died.

“What am I supposed to do now?” Jace thought, “Maybe I should practice my aim with my bow, Dad says he’ll take me hunting as soon as him and Mom come home from their vacation.” So, Jace grabbed his bow and some practice arrows and went down to the basement. “Oh, right… power’s out… should have really thought this through.” So he then went back upstairs and shot arrows at the neighborhood trees. Jace was getting rather tired, so he decided to head back inside. Only then did he notice the man walking down the street.

Trying to be friendly, he called out to him, “Hey! How’s it going?” Not getting a response, he went back inside. About an hour later, he heard something thumping at the door. Looking out the window, he saw that it was a man, with blood covering his mouth and dribbled all down his shirt. Quickly, he opened the door. “Dude! Are you all right? Come on, let’s get you some help.” But the man just moaned and lunged at Jace.

“Woah man, back off a little. I just wanna help.” But the man tried again. Jace decided that he had had enough, and kicked the guy. He hit him right on the shoulder, and the arm twisted at an unnatural angle. The man didn’t even notice. Figuring something was wrong, Jace kept beating at the man until he pushed him out of the house. He quickly shut and locked the door. While the man kept beating at the door, Jace went and grabbed some good arrows, broadheads. He then went upstairs, and out through his window onto the roof.

He used to like it up there, warm, spacious, and it was a good place to be alone. But now, he used it to issue a threat. “Alright dude, leave by the time I count to zero or I’ll shoot!” The man looked at him and moaned. Then he started shambling towards Jace. “Eff! He’s not leaving, so I guess I’ll have to shoot him.” Jace nocked an arrow and fired, hitting the man in the leg. The man started bleeding and slowed, but showed no sign of pain and just kept coming. Then Jace aimed to kill. He shot an arrow towards the man’s head but missed. The man had finally reached Jace, but walked into the wall. He tried climbing it, but there was no way for him to get up there.

Jace walked over to the other side of the roof and shot for the head once more. There was a sickening crunch as the man’s skull shattered. The man dropped down to the ground, dead. Freaking out, Jace made his way back inside, then went out to check on the man and retrieve his arrows. The man seemed to be long dead; he was already freezing cold. Jace leapt to the only conclusion he could think of… Zombies… But, he still felt sick as he headed back inside and barricaded the windows and doors. Then he sat for a long time, reading The Fountainhead, until the sun sank, and then he tried to sleep.

 

[Terrance888]

Early Morning

The corpse in the last pit ruined it, and they spent a night in the truck. The next morning, they began again After digging a second pit with his wide-bladed crowbar they buried the deer under the fire, stuffed on one side with three rabbits stuffed with bacon, and on the other side with a few tatars and local herbs.

It was pretty obvious which side the Redneck prepared.

Derek now cooked prepared an oven to cook some steaks take with them when he heard more moaning. The trains leading from the city rustled, and three figures lurched out.

One of them was a child in a grey hoodie. A large chunk of... its leg was torn out and its right arm was ribbons.

The other two were too ripped up to describe, rotten and putred. They stumbled closer to the Pit Fire and the Truck Camp.


Derek knew that these are no ordinary trespassers or hobos looking for a stake. No one can surivive a mangled leg and still walk on it... no human any way. So he decided to get them to go away. Rick took over the oven while Derek hopes he won't put more grease on the steaks while he picked up his crowrench.

He smacked the closest one in the chest with the blunt end, seeking to tell this... creature to go away. All it did was crack a bone and it stumbled back. However, it inched foward again, seeking for... something.

They all moaned, breathless, like a morgue of eternal torture.

Derek though of the two earlier monsters... ghouls or zombies they may be. Didn't Rick aways hit'em in the head? A shotgun blast sounded behind as he took his crowbar and rapped the small one in the head. It sank into the putred flesh but the thing fell silent.

One of the other zombies grappled his weapon and tried to puill him closer. He struggled with a bit before throwing the creature down and plunging his boot into the monsters face.

(to be continued)

 

[Seon]

Jane laughed. "Zombies, right. Is it Haloween yet?" she reached for the Naginata.

Max gulped. "No, really, Jane. There's some freaky stuff going on-"

"We had to kill one in our house. Max decapitated it and shi-"

"I mean, come on now. Walking dead that only gets killed if you shoot it in the head or decapitate it or something? I mean how does it work? See, the laws of physics say that everything needs energy to move, so logic dictates that making the zombies lose energy via bleeding them out or by tiring them out should work just as well as decapitating them. And if that's the case, why not call them perverted drunk male age 20-35 looking for...anyways what am I saying, come in. That ketchup on those drumsticks are a nice touch"

Max and Marten glanced around. They saw a lurching man on the other side of the street, gulped, and rushed into the house.

Jane smiled as she looked out the window. "Case in point there. See that man across the street? See thar lurching gait and that low moaning raspy breath? I saw hundreds of men around here like that. Those fools can never get past..."

"Uhh... I think that actually is a...."

"It's impolite to call another person 'that,' Max," Jane corrected him. "Anyways now, where did I put that whetstone... how sharp do you need the spear to be?"

"Sharp," Max said. "Very, very sharp."

"Sure, sure," Jane said chuckling. She began to grind the edges of the blade. "Now you know little ones that sharp things are very very dangerous in inexperienced hands. Unless you are planning this for display only like this beauty here." she put the large zwihandler next to the wall. "Putting a paper against it softly and watching it get cut... ah... if only I had a suit of armor to go with it."

Max and Marten looked out the window worriedly. There were more "drunks" out on the street now.

"Now you yall stop staring out the window!" Jane said. The grinding was beginning to make loud scraping obnoxious noise. "You look like 13 year olds."

"Can't you do it more quietly?" Max hissed.

"You want the damn blade sharpened or not? Anyways this may take a while. It's a big bloody spear."

"But they are getting closer!"

"What's getting closer?"

"The zombies!"

"Oh come on now. What can make zombies? Magic?" Jane said. "Huh, this blade was already pretty sharp. It's almost done now..."

Max and Marten breathed out a sigh of relief. There were a LOT of "drunks" out there now.

"Hey, your toy's all fixed." Jane said. "Oh hey, what's up with all those people out there?"

 

[Nuka-sama]

Liking all of the stories so far

Poor Jane...so unaware

 

[Seon]

If two high school students rushed indoors, wielding a dull naginata, and told you that there was a freaking zombie apocalypse going on, what would your reaction be?

 

[Lord_Iggy]

Technically, only Max has a Naginata. Marten has some drumsticks.

 

[Seon]

I knows.

The ketchup truly was a nice touch

Edit: but don't worry. Jane does have her own Zombie Plan. In addition to an actual "break in case of zombie apocalypse" weapon storage.

 

[DarthNader]

As Colin finished his sermon for his Saturday evening and Sunday morning Mass, he couldn't help but think about the young men that had shown up earlier. They truly seemed scared, and maybe it was a bad idea to make them go home.

"Bill? Hey, Bill...what do you think of what those boys were going on about?"

The blond haired man near the alter replaced another candle.

"You know, I honestly think we should check it out. If there is a problem, then we would know for sure. If not, then there's nothing to worry about."

Colin pondered the idea. If the boys were right, going out might be dangerous. But, if they knew what was going on, they might be able to best give assistance.

"What do you want to do Bill?"

"I was thinking taking the van, doing a quick loop around town, and getting back here. What do you think?"

"Sounds good. I'll get the van and you lock up."

 

[Terrance888]

Noon

The Deer was most of the way done, but there still is a problem. The smell of the roasting meat seemed to attract... the dead things to the camp. In addition to the one blown by Ricks Shotgun and three that Derek smashed with his Cro-Rench are two more laid out by Ricks Moonshine jar when they grabbed his arm.

Derek was now worried. If there are that many in the woods, how many would be back at Telluride? After a few minutes repeating sentances slowly to Rick, they decided to hide out near one of the out-lying cabins that lined the trainhead before returning to their motel-room in the city.

They still have to finish roasting though. And there are more rustling in the bushes ahead.

 

[Lord_Iggy]

Day One: Evening: Part Three

Jane’s talking about that Austrian Greatsword of hers again… man, that thing's come a long ways since I last saw it three weeks ago. I hadn’t been entirely sure about coming here, but if anyone’s going to be prepared for this kind of bizarre situation, it would be a medieval weapons enthusiast.

Hmm… medieval weapons enthusiasts. I wonder who else from our group could be useful. There is that one geeky guy from the 11th grade who’s a sick archer… I wonder if arrows are more effective than bullets against zombies? Note to self: further experimentation is needed.

Whoah, sparks. Jane’s probably the only person who would sharpen a naginata without raising an eyebrow at the oddness of the request.

A bit strange that she was willing to sharpen it for such a weird reason, but unwilling to believe that the drunk guys outside the house were the living dead. Maybe she was must amused by the story Marten and I provided… or she just wanted someone to talk to.

“…designed it a bit like Donia’s blade when he set out to fight the Hapsburgs in the…”

Yes, that’s most likely it. Amazing that she knows that much about swords but has alternatively called my polearm a ‘Sword’ and ‘Spear’. I’d tell her that it’s a type of glaive but I can’t risk wearing on her hospitality.

“And… there we go!” she presents the gleaming weapon. I give it the fingernail test- blisteringly sharp. Jane is exceedingly good at what she does.

“Thanks Jane.”

“No prob. But tell me now, why’d you really want to get this sharpened?”

Marten, who’s been staring out the window for some time, turns around and facepalms. The gesture does not go unnoticed.

“Well, like I said-” I begin, before Marten interrupts.

“Do we need to sing a freaking song for you or something?!”

“Marty…”

“There’s a zombie on your lawn, there’s a zombie on your lawn, there’s a zombie on your lawn, you don’t want zombies on your lawn.”

I snort in amusement. Jane looks confused- she has apparently not played Plants vs. Zombies.

“If you’re not going to believe that those guys outside are zombies, then at least you should notice that they’re trespassing on your front yard, and- JESUS F*CKING CHRIST THEY’RE EATING HIM!”

We all rushed to the window. A gang of lumbering dead are crouched around a still-moving cadaver, ripping away at its head and guts. In the total silence inside, I can hear the gristly crunching noises from outside, and another distant car alarm. Goddamn car alarms.

After a few more moments of staring at the gruesome scene, Marten and I turn around. Jane is gone. Before I can even ask, I hear a noise from the living room. Jane returns, her eyes now set into a steely gaze. Her giant Zweihander rests in her grasp.

“Sorry I showed you that.” Says Marty, meekly. He seems a lot less aggressive now that the target of his tirade is holding a meter-long sword.

“Get to the basement boys. I’ve been preparing for this day for some time.”

With certainty in her step, Jane opens a door and marches down into the basement. Uncertainly, Little Bro and I follow.

 

[Terrance888]

Early Afternoon

The meat was perfect, but their feast was subdued. Although they had come by one and twos, the zombies kept annoying the group. "Darn it" said Derek as he smashed his crowrench through another head, "These zombies keep comming!"

The rich smoke of the deer rose higher, attracting more zombies. When they put out the flame with a bucket of sand, the rich steam of the cooked meat attracted more monsters to the group. They fought a battle there: Rick smashing them with his shotgun while Derek used his crowrench: His rifle has few rounds left, but they will get more soon when they return to the city.

Finally, they wrapped the dry, seasoned steaks and whats left of the juicy deer into wrapping sheets. Although they ate like wolves, it didn't match the ferocity of the monsters. Slowly the forest became quiet as they grabbed animals in their approach.

Rick and Derek drove back towards the city, looking for a safe, sturdy place to bed that night. (To move story along: will fill in details: how long until update? My camp is south of the Tomboy 4X4 road closer to the river: the hunting spot is further west and will not play into the story. Right now I am heading to the road and am trying to find a lodge near Liberty Bell road)

 

[Seon]

Jane had a completely different look upon her face. Like almost always, her paranoid, reliable side, which she named Emily, had been proven right once more.

"Go wait in that room," she said, pointing towards the kitchen. "Grab some food and water there too. I have to change."

As the boys, slightly more unwillingly, disappeared into the side room, she closed the doors behind them and suddenly thrust her hand into the wall, revealing a crevisse. From there, she pulled out a chainmail shirt, and wore it under her shirt.

She still remembered the events few years ago. Surely, she remembered trying to argue. Being worried about muggers is fine and all, but is not wearing a chainmail under your shirt when you left home a bit too much?

No, Emily had answered back. Then a mugger tried to stab her in the back with a knife. The knife shattered against the chainmail. The police were all over her for that, something about a couple of broken bones and excessive force with a mace.

So, fine, Jane had argued with Emily later. Although you did get the mugger part right, surely preparing for a zombie apocalypse is a sign of insanity.

You are talking with a ****ing voice in your head, Emily had answered. You are already forking crazy.

I will give you that one, Jane had answered. She pulled out a pair of ceramic vambrace from the crevisse and donned it. But surely, there must be a limit to one's insanity.

Just shut up and make a crevisse in the wall, Emily had answered. Jane took off her shorts and pulled out a pair of ceramic leg guards and a cotton sporting pants from the crevisse. Well, Jane thought. Sometimes, listening to the inner you really did have its perks.

That's right, Emily said. Now you gotta kill those boys in the kitchen before they turn into zombies and bite you.

But surely, Jane argued. It would be more polite to wait until we...I...am sure that they were bitten.

Yeah what do you expect? For them to strip naked for you or something? Emily answered. Besides, you never know, and those two are MALES, Jane. MALES. In the lawless society of a zombie apocalypse, those beings are more dangerous than zombies!

Duly noted, Jane replied, pulling out a fencing helmet from a nearby closet and putting it on. She tested the Zwihandler by swinging it vertically. But can I not wait until their back is turned, so that I do not have to risk being stabbed with a spe

Glaive, Emily interjected.

Whatever, Jane replied. There was a mental equivalent of a frustrated sigh. Let's just go to the attic, Emily said. We'll see about those boys. If you get-

Yeah yeah, Jane said. She pulled out a knife from the closet and hid it within her sleeve. Stab stab kill.

Excellent, Emily said. "Come on," Jane said. "We can try to wait this out in the attic."