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Roier, frankly, screams and pushes himself off the wall, tripping his way across the shed and pressing himself against the opposite wall. Unbreathing. The hand in the wall flails around for a moment before retreating. And then Roier watches as a pair of his socks is pushed through it. They tumble to the floor and roll to his feet as if pulled on a string. “You forgot your shoes, pendejo,” Cellbit laughs. But it isn’t his laugh, but it is, but it really fucking isn’t- it’s too harsh, kinda like a screen door scraping against itself. Roier stares at his socks. They were a gift from Jaiden. For Christmas. They matched hers. And Bobby’s. Bobby hated it. He wore them, anyway.
His head snaps towards the door as it suddenly rattles on its hinges, curving inwards like it’s rubber as something presses against it from the outside. If he looks hard enough, he can see the imprint of his dead boyfriend in it like he’s a goddamn cartoon. A hand presses into the door, streeeeeeetching it as it- as he reaches for Roier. And then the door snaps back into place, and it’s quiet. Roier swallows. He’s crying again. He wants to go home. But home’s why he’s here in the first place, isn’t it? It was too quiet. Cellbit had suggested a vacation, he knew a place out in the woods his sister owned. A vacation sounded nice. But now Cellbit is dead, and Roier’s starting to realize why Bagi had disappeared seemingly off of the face of the earth just a month ago.
He looks around the shed. Chainsaw. He wants… he wants the chainsaw. Maybe he can’t kill his freaky zombie boyfriend again, but he sure as hell can slow him down long enough for Roier to at least try and make it to town. God, he’s thinking about cutting his boyfriend up with a chainsaw. But the chainsaw isn’t on the wall. Vaguely, Roier can hear himself laughing. He stumbles to where the chainsaw used to be, and he presses both hands and his forehead against the wall where the chainsaw used to be, and he slams his hands against the wall where the chainsaw used to be, and he screams. Okay. Okay! No chainsaw. But how fast can a zombie be, really?
Roier’s eyes squeeze shut, and then he backs up from the wall. Slowly. Breathing, in and out, just the way his doctor said to. In, and out. In, and out. In- The ground shakes. Roier’s eyes snap open just in time for him to watch half a dozen skeletal arms erupt out of the mossy floorboards and start reaching for him, groaning and snarling and clawing hard enough to peel their fingernails off and draw blood.
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“What the fuck?” Roier shouts. He skitters backwards, narrowly avoiding getting snagged by the ankle. “What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck- what the fuck kind of vacation is this!” The arms don’t answer, but the door does. The knots in its wood twist into a deformed smiley face, and it says in a woman’s voice, “Join us, Roier!” The arms swipe at him. One manages to drag its sharpened nails across his ankle, nearly snapping his Achilles tendon. Roier swears and kicks at it, not really doing much damage with his, again, bare-fucking-feet, but he manages to make it flinch badly enough to allow him enough time to hop onto a table and pull his legs up beneath him. He looks at the door, and he flips it off with both hands. “Fuck you!” he yells. “You killed my boyfriend, culero!” He’s shouting at a door. Cellbit is dead, and Roier is shouting at a door. The hands in the ground all flip him off back. Roier gasps and sticks his tongue out, a very normal reaction, actually.
But then the ground shakes once more and the arms start expanding into shoulders, and then torsos, and then legs and- ooooooh fuck. Roier scoots back along the table until his back hits a wall of regular saws. But what the hell can a saw do against a guy? Or. A corpse. Corpses, multiple. It’s not like a saw is a sword!! Still, he grabs one off of the wall behind him and takes in a deep breath. He isn’t going to die, but… but if he is, he isn’t going to go out easy. He isn’t Cellbit, he isn’t just going to let some fucking demons kill him! The door screeches out a laugh, the swarm of headless zombies laughing along with it with the voices of a children’s choir. Then, in Bobby’s voice, the door says, “What’s the matter, scared?”
And then Roier hears it, the buzzing. And then the door screams as it’s slowly cut in half by a goddamn chainsaw. “Selfish!” it wails. The corpses all turn to face the… dying? The dying door, arms outstretched and annoyed as the door falls to pieces and goes blessedly silent.
Silhouetted by a flash of lighting and accompanied by an angry roll of thunder, Cellbit kicks the tool chest out of the way and trampled on the door’s remains as he enters the shed, chainsaw in hand. His eyes glow red, and his skin is so pale it’s bordering on a sickly blueish-purple, and his hair is a mess, but he sees Roier, and he blushes a dusty charcoal-y black. And then one of the zombies swipes at him with a hiss, and his face twists into a grotesque caricature of itself, fangs and everything unholy. “Stay away from my fucking fiancé,” he snaps, and then he lunges for the zombies with a sneer. Even across the room, Roier gets a mouthful of decayed black blood as the zombie is cut in half and its blood sprays goddamn everywhere.
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