*abbie's POV*

"There is no way that-" began Jenny.

"Shut up!" I whisper shouted to her. There's gotta be someone in here.

I turned my head in the direction of where the door just shut, trying to see through the pitch black darkness to the door- and not even mentioning the corps hanging around here.. Literally.

We were all crouched down near the corner, ready to attack on point.

I grabbed my gun out of my pocket and aimed for the door, along with turning my head towards Ichabod to see him doing the same thing.

Jenny reached in her back pocket and brought out something rectangular and it looked pretty wide to have fitten in her back pocket.

"Is that a tazer?" I eyed her.

"The question we should be asking ourselves right now is how did she get it?" Ichabod said.

Jenny chuckled,

"Nahhh, don't worry about it. Let's just say that I've spend a lot of time with the police and I've learned a few tricks."

she smirked.

I was about to say something, but then I realized that there honestly wasn't really a point.

We all- as if on cue- stepped forward to get in the front of everyone.

I was about to advance forward when Ichabod put his hand on my shoulder.

"Don't worry miss mills, I'll go and make sure there's nothing in this darkness that could be harmful." He said while looking forward dramatically.

Jenny rolled her eyes and smiled her sarcastic smile.

Ichabod took two steps forward, and tripped on a thin but long hard cardboard box that was under about 7 huge boxes, causing 5 of them to fall right in front of him, almost landing on his head as he jumped backwards back towards me & Jenny.

"Our hero."

Said Jenny as she went in front of Ichabod and pushed the boxes out of her 'walking zone' (as she called it).

I laughed. I don't know if it was Jenny's reaction, or the pouting face that Ichabod was making that made me laugh, but I just felt the need.

Ichabod cracked a smile and turned towards Jenny.

"Well we all can't be gifted with the skill of nonclumbsiness, now can we?" He said at her.

She stopped in mid step and turned around slowly to face him & raised her eyebrows.

"Don't push it, tall brown & British."

She replied as Ichabod backed up towards me and she turned back to keep walking towards the door again.

"Wait guys!"

I said finally getting an idea.

"What? We gotta keep moving Abbie" said Jenny.

"We can keep moving after we check to see what's in the boxes that you just kicked and Ichabod just knocked over."

I replied while bending down and grabbing the ends/corners of the box to open it.

"Wait-" Ichabod said as his eyes got a big larger.

"Shouldn't we make sure that there's nothing dangerous in the boxes so you don't get hurt or anything" he said as he cleared his throat.

"So what are you saying here?"

"I'm saying that I should be the one to check."

He said as he grabbed the corners of the box that I was holding and tore it open as Jenny walked over behind me.

I gasped, holding in a scream.

I turned to Ichabod, his face red like he was going to puke- and there's a 50% chance that I would be right behind him holding in my own barf as well.

"What's wrong?"

Said Jenny while completely making her way over to the box along with her eyes getting huger by the second.

"Nevemind.." She barley whispered the words.

"Well I didn't know that we were facing Jeffery Dahmers closet."

I joked, swallowing back my own barf.

We were all peering into the box that consist of: bones, A HEART, KIDNEYS, 6 HANDS, and half a face

*Jenny's POV*

"This is Jeffrey Dahmers place.." I said in a whisper, my hand shaking.

It look exactly like how you would picture a place like this- parts everywhere, bloody, ugh.

I bet if I opened the fridge in the back there would be a head- and we could legit be standing on someone's leg right now.

"He's dead Jenny! Where the heck are you getting your information from!"

"No- Abbie, listen! The people that caught him also were the people that brought me to the mental institute! They talked about him and how they were and needed to kill him! About a month later when they did, I heard them talking.. How they thought he was dead, since when they found him they installed a tracker in his arm and the tracker wasn't in sight on there GPS. I did research that it is possible for him to have- and I'm pretty sure about this- take it out." I exclaimed exasperated.

"Oh my god..."

Ichabod was the first to speak.

"Is this really the kind of people you have in this society!" He shook his head.

I turned towards Abbie and saw her watching all the corps..

I went over to the door- hey, maybe the sucker left it unlocked and I can go beat him with one of these arms in here?- I grabbed the handle and felt something sticky and warm on it.

I pulled my hand off the handle and looked at it. It was too dark to see anything big, and I decided not to worry about it, even though my hand hurt.

"Is it locked?" Both Ichabod and Abbie asked.

"Yeah, I don't think you would want to try to get it open though- there's something sticky and warm on it and it's now on my hand so.."

"How are we gonna get out then!" Said Abbie getting agitated.

"Did try calling someone with those rectangular thing with buttons and a screen like.. Thing..?" Said Ichabod.

"No cell service." She replied right away.

"Guys- let's just shoot the door down!" I said like it would solve all out problems.

"Oh my- I thought that we would go for the 'unnoticed and deadly approach' to get out here, not the 'noticeable, attention-attracting, loud approach."

Said Ichabod.

"There all the same to me, my friend."

I said as I loaded the gun that I just then noticed that I had with me.

Abbie raised hers and so did Ichabod, all of us standing in a horizontal row facing the door.

"Remember to aim for the door handle...One... Two... Three!"

I said as we all shot off out bullets, making 3 holes around the handle.

A few more shots and we would be able to get out and kill the guy.

All of a sudden, there was a huge crash, someone was behind the book shelf- or what looked like one.

There was a rumble and a crack, and all of a sudden the 'book shelf' fell forward/apart, carrying with it a bloody, very much alive body with pealing fleshy skin.

We stood impeccably still.

"You know how I said the guy was alive? Well I might've had wrong information. He did die. But he turned into a zombie at the looks of it."

My whole body shaking as I said the last few words.

"First a zombie George Washington, now this guy?"

There was a screeching scream, and the thing lunged at me, as my head hit the ground and The last thing I heard was them both screaming my name.

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Woah- a zombie!?!?

And by the way, for those of you who don't know who jeffery Dahmers is, he's a human carnivore!

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