In the messy, dark room, the girl clutched her mouth and chest tightly. She did not dare breathe or cry, helplessly hiding inside the wardrobe.
Her terror-filled eyes peered through the crack in the wardrobe door, yet she did not want to see those shambling figures at all. They were Living Dead that ate human flesh, their rotting shells like monsters that could only exist in nightmares.
She swallowed nervously, feeling as though her heart was about to leap from her chest. The rapid pounding sent blood rushing to her brain, leaving her dizzy.
No matter how unwilling she was to believe reality, those monsters still entered the room. They stretched out bloodstained, branch-like hands and attacked the wardrobe.
Amid flying splinters, the girl was exposed. The bloodthirsty monsters let out hungry, delighted whines and swarmed her, frantically tearing at her flesh.
The girl's lively eyes stared painfully at the ceiling, now filled with regret, but blood quickly stained everything red.
"Ah!!!"
She let out a piercing scream.
"Ah!!!" x5.
As another supporting actress died on the television, several girls on the sofa in front of it screamed as well. The large tub of popcorn held by one blonde girl spilled all over everyone, and they all leaned back together, nearly tipping the sofa over.
"Smack!"
Daisy pushed the roommate out of her arms, pouted, and slapped her thigh. Her thin nightgown might as well have been nonexistent, and the impact against flesh made a crisp sound. She said irritably:
"Why are you screaming like a ghost? Didn't we already call it? Hiding in a wardrobe is a guaranteed death flag. You knew it was coming, so why scream?"
A few minutes earlier, that female character had tried to evade a zombie siege in The Villa. When she ran from