The Long Nightmare From Hell...

Clyde felt a bit better hearing that Heather believed him. With the exception of his mother and Bonnie, Clyde wanted Heather to believe him more than anyone, even if he sounded crazy. He figured if she cared enough she would believe him. Overlooking the possibility that even Bonnie wouldnt buy his story. "Ya know... I might of hit my head when I fell off that ladder... But don't worry 'bout it, Im fine." Clyde says, trying to assure Heahter that he was perfectly fine, letting her go as she removed her arms from him and began approaching the elevator.

"Pfft... What Money?" Clyde says, joking sarcastically to Heather in response to her teasing statement before he walked behind her and pressed the button the to call for the elevator. "...You gotta pay me with something else though..." He whispers to her while reaching around toward her waist to turn her towards him before he tried to plant a deep kiss on her, guideing Heather inside the elevator as he held her close, pressing 1 on the dial as they went inside of the machine without looking back, kissing Heather passionately as the doors began to close.

Heather nods her head at Clyde's words, stating he was fine as she let go of him before heading towards the elevator. His story probably would be insane to anyone else, completely unbelievable and in any other case, Heather might have seen it as an excuse as to why he hadn't came home. However there was just something about the way he said it and the look on his face. Something was telling Heather that he was telling the truth, that he really didn't remember any of that. However Heather tried to shake it from her head as the two were about to enter the elevator.

"Hah, what's that the-ah!" Heather says as she is interrupted by Clyde turning her by her waist. As he plants the kiss on her, her eyes widen for a second but it doesn't take her long to give into it. Returning the favor in the kiss, she lets herself be guided into the elevator by Clyde, continuing the passionate kiss all the while as he pressed the button and the doors began to close. Breaking the kiss for a minute, Heather looks at Clyde with a reddened face, a bit of a pouting expression on it. "Y-you asshole...you know I'm supposed to be the one to start that." She says before wrapping her arms around his head to bring him in for another deep kiss as the elevator makes it's trip down to the first floor.

As the two kissed, Clyde began softly caress Heather's waistline with his palms, while pulling her closer to him, pressing his tounge within her mouth, sloshing it around until he found Heather's tounge and began wrestle against it before Heather had suddenly broken the kiss, causing a small popping sound to emit from the parting of their lips.

Clyde then looks at Heather with a hint of confusion on his face before he sees her little pout, hearing her dissaproval at Clyde starting the kiss. "Well damn I was waitin and you were takin too damn lon--Mmmphh..." Clyde would begin to speak, explain him before Heather cut him off by pulling the texan into another kiss, resuming their lip locking embrace in the elevator, keeping the kiss up for a good while until at last they reached the first floor and the doors open.

"1st Floor..." Clyde would say as he parted lips with Heather before he leaned foreward and resumed the kiss with Heather, trying to guide himself and her to the doorway of the dorms as their lips remained attached to eachother.

Prolonging the kiss for as much as she could, it felt like the ride down went by way too quickly as Clyde broke the kiss for a second to say they arrived on the first floor. Heather went to click her tongue a bit, but to her surprise and delight, Clyde leaned back in to continue the passionate kiss they were having.

Her tongue intertwining with Clyde's as the kiss got deeper, she brings her left arm down from his head, running her hand down his chest and back up again as she holds tight with her right arm, keeping his head in place as they kiss. Letting him guide them both down the hallway, Heather walked backwards towards the door, trusting Clyde's guidance to bring them out to where they have to be. Soon, her back gently bumped into a bigger door, one she immediately figured was the exit to the dorms. She slipped her left hand away from Clyde and behind her, manipulating the handle on the door to open it up for them.

Breaking the kiss for a second, Heather grins at him, her face completely red. "Ooh..you're so in for it when we get back later on..maybe if I punish you a bit more..your memory will-" Heather says before she cuts herself off as she looks at their surroundings. A thick fog was surrounding the entire outside, nearly thick enough to block out halfway down the street from their sight. Heather's eyes widened until she turned her vision to a figure that was standing a little ways away from them, seemingly watching them. It looked like a person, male, but was limping and stumbling around while standing still.

"Ah...wh..what the fuck are you looking at!?" Heather says turning her sight completely to the figure, not being able to make out his features from this distance. "G...goddamn..drunk idiot.." Heather says, a little nervous at the figure just staring at the two.

Slowly but surely the couple would edge closer to the door, although they were a bit slow considering how they were both fixated on the kiss they were sharing passionately. Clyde couldnt help but let out a joyful chuckle for a moment as his lips parted from Heather's, only to lock lips once more, lapping his tounge against her own while he moved his hand down from her waist to grope her ass, playfully squeezing her rump, knowing it would get some kind of reaction from Heather.

He looked at her with a rather sly smirk as he saw her grin at him after they broke their kiss, hearing her state that he was In For It when they got back. It didn't take long for Clyde to already start getting anxious, already getting ideas, not hearing her say something about punishing. Clyde called it rewarding.

Then as Clyde heard Heather suddenly stop speaking, he would notice the thick blanket of fog that had engullfed the dark and damp city streets. "D-Damn it Foggy real quick!" Clyde would exclaim in surprise to the fog that had appeared so suddenly. His attention however would change to the mysterious figure that lurked in the fog, standing there with a limp, apperently watching the couple makeout.

"Ey! What The Fuck you lookin at!?" Clyde would yell to the person lurking in the dark fog right about the same time as Heather, causing Clyde to turn toward Heather, a bit surprised by her attitude, but would then laugh at how they had shouted near identical sentences to the man in the fog.

"Pfft... Forget that bitch ass prick..." Clyde would mutter to Heather before reaching for her hand, not in the mood to deal ass-clown who wouldnt stop stairing at the couple. "I need me a drink..." Clyde would state with a nervous laugh as he titled his head toward a convienet store that was just barely visible in the fog, tugging at Heather's hand to follow him.

Where Clyde could laugh about their identical first reactions to the figure, Heather on the other hand couldn't. She blinked a few times, staring at the figure as it stared at them. She had no idea why it was keeping it's gaze on them and it was freaking her out by the second. "U-uh..yeah." Heather says in response to Clyde's words, letting him grab her by the hand as they started to head towards the convenience store.

As they begun to move, the figure raises his hands up towards them, too far away to reach them but it looked like that's what it was attempting to do. "C-Clyde go go go!" Heather says, wanting Clyde to pick up speed so they could get away from the figure as soon as possible. Heather hoped in the back of her mind that it was just some drunk bum about to beg for change or something, not wanting it to be anybody that could be harmful towards the two.

The figure, as it raised it's arms up, began walking towards them, trying to intercept their movements albeit very slowly. It moved in a limping shuffle type walk, dragging one of it's legs. When the figure got a bit closer and Heather could make out some of the features in it's outstretched hand, she noticed signs of it falling apart and decomposing. Heather's eyes widen as she sees this and quickly turns to Clyde as they walk towards the store.

"I said GO!" She says before she brings her other hand up to push Clyde in the back before walking faster to almost a run. Spooked by the sight, hoping that she was just seeing things but not wanting to risk trying to find out.

While Heather was busy looking back at the figure in the fog, Clyde paid no attention to him. The only thing on his mind was getting something to drink and getting some Heather later on tonight, smirking gleefully at the thought of it as pair begin to walk away from the figure in the fog and towards convenience store.

But as Heather suddenly yelled for Clyde to 'go' he looked back at her with a very confused look on his face. "Ey! What!?" He would ask as he looked to her, noticing that she was looking back he did the same and spotted the figure in the fog, not noticing the look of decay upon its hand.

"That fucker followin' us!? Why we runnin!? Clyde Gastin don't ru--" Clyde would state before Heather cut him off and began pushing him foreward to step faster, hurrying towards the store as Clyde began to hear a faint and sickly groan emit from behind them, as the couple manage to finally reach the store.

"Get in..." Clyde would tell Heather as he opened the door for her to get inside. Clyde remained in the door way however, looking back towards the street to see if the figure was still after them, ready to confront their stalker, not looking inside the store to see if any lively souls were within it.

Heather let out a deep breath as the two made it to the store. Remembering the look of that hand, she's never seen anything like that on a living person. She thought to herself it would take her quite a while to forget something like that. She just wanted to get what they had to at this store and get the hell out back to the dorms and then back home.

With her eyes closed as they entered, she gripped Clyde's hand hard as she shook her head. It had to be just her imagination, nothing like that would make sense. However, when she opened her eyes, she not only realized that because of the small area of the convenience store that the fog wasn't blocking their view in here, but there were four other people in there with them. Something that would be normal but the 'people' there weren't in normal in any definition of the word.

She gasped as she saw them, each looked like a rotted corpse walking around. The decay she saw in the hand before they came in was evident on the full bodies of the things she saw in here. Clothes torn, skin rotted, bones sticking out. Speechless for a second, she finally tugs on Clyde's arm but in complete shock at what she is witnessing in front of her eyes.

"C...Clyde...what..the hell is going on..L..look...LOOK!" Heather says, trying to spew out words of warning to him, trying to get his attention as she placed her free hand over her mouth, trying to keep herself from throwing up at the sight of them. A chorus of throaty groaning emitting from each of them in the store.

Clyde kept his eyes fixated towards the street for a good while, wanting to see if that 'person' was going to try and follow them, he had no idea Heather had seen that decaying dead hand of their stalker. Clyde felt Heather clinch his hand tight, thinking she was just a little freaked out he tried to comfort her, all while keeping his eyes towards the street, "Meh... Don't worry babe... That bitch ain't gon' try nuthin'..." Clyde would mutter before he felt Heather tug at his arm, yelling at him to look.

"What!?" He bellows out while turning around, wanting to know what Heather was making such a frantic fuss about, only to see exactly what type of Thing was stalking them in the streets.

"H...H-H-HOLY FUCK!!!" Clyde coughed out as he staggard back in horror, nearly falling over thanks to the disgusting sight of the rotten living corpses that stood before him and Heather, hearing the eerie groan of the decaying monstrosity that began to lurch over towards them, their blood stained rotten mouths opening wide with hunger.

"R-Run!!" Clyde yells to Heather, clutching her hand tight as he prepared to turn and sprint out the door, until he saw another zombie creeping right into the door way, the same one they saw by the dorms, emitting a sickly hiss as it's arms lifted up as if to grab at Heather and Clyde.

Heather couldn't take her eyes off what was in front of them, but she wanted so badly to look away. They looked like dead corpses walking around, it just wasn't possible, she knows creatures like that don't exist. Gripping tighter and tighter onto Clyde's hand as the things came closer to them, she quickly looked over at him as he finally realized what was happening.

She nods her head as Clyde yells for them both to run deciding not to bring up the contradiction in what he just said earlier. It wasn't the time nor the place for that, and she could pick fun at him later when they were both away from these things.

Turning towards the door as they prepared to run for it, they were stopped in their tracks when the one from just outside had caught up with them. It let out a loud groan as it reached out for the two. Heather let out a gasp as her eyes widened. In a panic, she let go of Clyde's hand and gave the thing in front of them a good shove, knocking it over to it's back.

Taking a deep breath, surprised she could knock it down, she knew they had to take that chance now to get out of there. "O-ok..let's-Ah!??" Heather lets out as she is grabbed by her left arm by one of the zombie creatures that were occupying the store. "C-Clyde!!" She lets out as she tries to shake the thing off, reluctantly pushing it's disgusting head back with her other hand as it looked as if it kept going in, trying to bite at her arm.