Milton was relaxing in Evan’s suite taking advantage of his tub and a playlist of his own design. His shoulder was finally feeling better but still a bit stiff when he used it so he figured he’d enjoy a relaxing soak. So as the alarms went off and halls filled with screams of panic he was completely oblivious. Though he probably would’ve ignore it all anyway given how panic, screams and sirens were kind of the norm here. He didn’t move from his spot until he thought he saw a shadow run pass the bathroom door. “Evan...is that you?” He called. When no one appeared he pulled the buds from his ears and leaned out of the water. “What the fuck is going on?”
He stood from the tub and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist, not bothering to dry just yet. Cautiously he eased out into the suite looking for any sign of life. “Evan? If this is some kind of game where you jump out to surprise me you better be naked.” He laughed as he turned to look around, still no answer. But as he moved closer to the living room he saw the front door was open. Or more so broken through as parts of the wood splintered from the frame. “What the f...” That’s when he heard the moans from behind him Spinning around to see a shadow move from the darker part of the hall. “Evan...this isn’t funny.”
Slowly he backed up into the kitchen area, too confused to think to move towards the door. Then the figure came to light looking like one of Duncan’s failed experiment. “Get back!!” He cried out still backing away. Even though he wasn’t the most up to date on movies and such he did know a zombie when he saw one. But this couldn’t be real...zombie’s weren’t fucking real? The creature charged at him to which Milton was able to grab a large pan from the stove and knock him upside the head before he was too close. The half dead body slumping to the floor after his neck made a wet snapping sound. Knocking some things from the counter as it fell. Milton stood there in disbelief of what he saw. Trying to put some focus to his thoughts and will himself to move again.
Finally he dropped the pan and was going to charge for the door. But just as he thought he was close to safety the zombie grabbed him by the leg and tripped Milton to the floor. “No...stop...get away from me!!” He screamed. Feeling genuine fear flood his heart as it thumbed against his chest. Milton was dragged behind a counter just before a long splatter of blood hit the nearby wall. Followed by a few more streams shooting from where the boy was pulled. Then his screams fell silent. It took a few moments before Milton finally dragged himself free. Dropping the bloody knife he grabbed from the floor that was knocked down when the zombie fell. A cut across the zombies throat only slowed him but the repeated stabs in his head did the trick.
His heart still raced and his head was throbbing. Not as much as his shoulder or the scratches along his leg from where the zombie pulled. Looking to his shoulder he found the marks of teeth but was too naive about such creatures to care. All he knew was he was safe and alive....but really tired. He needed to rest...just for a little bit...and then...he’d find food...no...help...he needed...help...
