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So heres the second part to that thing I wrote on page 14, or whatever page it was. THe end.
Loud knocking on the office door woke Janey up. She had fallen asleep watching the door laying on her father's side. The knocking was constant, and she could hear mumbling. She crawled onto the desk her father had shoved in front of the door. She gripped the pistol tightly in her hand, and looked out. It was Bigsby. He was banging on the door with one hand, and holding her mother’s hand with the other. When Janey looked out she could see blood streaming down from her mothers neck and arm. She wondered if Bigsby had bit her, or her new zombified guests. She crawled down from the desk, and tried her hardest to push it away from the door. She placed her feet against the wall and pushed against it. Bigsby ran in, placed her mother on the floor next to Jolly, and shoved the desk back against the door.
"Where are the other two things?" Bigsby asked, winded.
"They, they went outside." Janey said pointing towards the door.
"I trapped the other four upstairs in a room. I’m afraid it wont hold them long though. We need to make a run out to my truck, your father will have to stay here." Bigsby explained.
"No.. You cant leave him." Brandy said. Janey’s mother was trying now to fix up her wounds the best she could.
"But you said yourself upstairs he was infected. All it took was a kiss for the others to turn, imagine his situation. You yourself are infected, I just hope I turned you in time." Bigsby said looking out the door, getting ready to shove the desk away from the door. "Besides, he would just get between US." Janey now realized Bigsby had been the one to bite her mother on the neck.
"Us? There is no 'us'. I appreciate you helping me up there, and Jolly is not perfect. Yes he has a bad little habit with our dead guests. But we are a family. We have two kids that need us. And you were bit up there too if I recall."
"One kid." Bigsby reminded her, looking down at Janey. "Don’t worry about me being bit and I'd say ******** corpses is more than just a bad little habit. I think we can make it out to my truck.” he said changing the subject. “We just need to watch for those other two out there."
Janey was shocked at what Bigsby had said. Her mother was now crying. Janey thought about the time she found her father in the morgue room pant less, putting his shirt back on. This explained a lot. Jolly began to move, and started to mumble. Brandy put her hand on her husbands face. "I knew you were fine." She says, and kissed him on the forehead. He just mumbled back to her, and leaned in. She brushed his hair with her hand, and continued to kiss his forehead. Bigsby started to push the desk away from the door.
"Lets get out of here now. Come on Brandy, leave the kid and her father." As he began to open the door, Janey’s mother let out a scream. Jolly Parsons had awoken, now undead, and was ripping away at her throat with his teeth, his hand in her mouth. Janey’s mom bit down on her once loving husband, and blood spilt began to ooze from her lips. Jolly didn’t flinch at the bite, but instead just pulled Brandy’s moms jaw completely off. Her tongue hanging out, reaching out, searching for the bottom row of teeth it used to lie behind. Brandy passed out, and Jolly continued to eat away at his wife. Janey fired the gun, the recoil hurt her arm, and the bullet passed straight through her fathers head. Janey held her arm, and Bigsby grabbed her up. She dropped the gun on the way out. She pulled the wooden sword out of her pajama pants lining.
"Well since your mother is dead, you will have to due. Hopefully you will grow up to be as beautiful as she was." Bigsby said as they ran out into the entrance hallway. When Janey looked down the hall to the bloody puddle where her brother had been killed. He was now making his way, dragging his torso with arms. Leaving a bloody trail, his legs now on the other side of the hall. His face had been eaten away, he an eye was missing. Janey thought about one of the people upstairs, now chewing on her brothers eye like a jawbreaker, and threw up all down Bigsby’s back.
"Great." He said, and they pushed out the front door. To find Janey’s family's car, and Bigsby's truck were now demolished and bloody. The two zombies that had went out the front door earlier, now lay dead on the vehicles, headless. Janey remembered the man earlier that had been killed the same way. Bigsby's truck had taken a hit directly on the hood, bloody bits all in its engine. While the Parsons car the whole cab had caved in.
"********, looks like we are running out of here little one." Bigsby said, he repositioned Janey to his back. Her hands now around his neck, clutching the wooden sword, ready to drive it through his chest whenever necessary. "Yes I have big plans for our future little Janey." The front doors of the funeral home swung open, the four zombies from upstairs had made there way down. They came out after Bigsby, who had now began running, Janey in tow. Janey looked back, her brother was there dragging across the ground. Her jawless mother had joined the mob of undead. Bigsby and Janey made it into the woods. After about half an hour of running, they stopped and Bigsby rested beneath a large oak. He placed Janey down onto the ground and looked up at the sky. "It will be morning soon, we need to find somewhere soon little Janey."
“You are a Dracula.” Janey said.
“You mean a Vampire? Yes, you have been right all along little Janey, You will be my bride by morning. It’s a shame things didn’t work out with you’re mother. You could have just lived with your father and brother and been fine. But you will grow to be as beautiful as her, and if you refuse me, I will ******** you and kill you now little Janey.” He said, he wasn’t kidding Janey could tell. “Better yet, maybe I will let you live, chain you in my basement, turn you, and rape your eight year old body for eternity. Or at least until I tire of you.” He said slyly, snarling, showing those teeth he had flashed at Janey earlier in the day. He pressed up against her, pressed her against the tree, and kissed her. She had never been kissed before. She could feel his tongue slide into her mouth. She gripped her brothers sword tightly, and drove it into Bigsby’s back. Hoping she hit his heart.
Bigsby pulled away from her and began to laugh violently. “Wrong side miss Janey, my heart is over here.” He pointed to the side of his chest opposite of where the wooden sword had shoved through, Janey pushed herself up against the oak tree as hard as she could. Wishing her father would appear now and save her. Janey thought she could feel a heartbeat in the tree, and its trunk twist. Bigsby came in on her, but just as he was about to reach her, Janey felt the tree move again. Branches came down upon Bigsby and lifted him into the air. Several of the branches piercing his chest, spraying blood all over Janey. She was now curled up at the base of the mighty oak. The branches pulled away Bigsby’s head, and tossed his body deep into the woods.
When Janey got up finally to run, she noticed she was now surrounded by the zombies from the house. She screamed, and more of the trees came alive and started to rip apart the people one by one. Her mothers body was the one Janey couldn’t help but watch as the oaks tore her arms away and tossed her. The Trees had been what had been decapitating the zombies and tossing them at the funeral home. Janey was frightened, she wrapped her hands around her neck. She didn’t want to lose her head just yet.
Janey felt something breaking through the ground below her. She stood up, and noticed thousands of little roots were coming through the ground and wrapping around her legs now. The roots began to wrap up her whole body. Janey screamed and screamed. She tried to run, but it was useless her body was encased in the roots. She let out one final scream as the roots made there way into her mouth, and gagged her. The covered her face, Janey looked at the moon one last time before the roots covered her eyes. The Oaks roots pulled on her small body, and pulled her down into the earth.
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