The Long Nightmare From Hell...

Clyde seemed to freeze in terror at the doorway as he saw the zombie standing in front of him, lurching ever closer. He would snap out of it once Heather rushed out in front of them and simply shoved the monster down to the floor, prompting Clyde to shake his head to wake himself from his stupor.

The pair would be given no time relax however as Heather was suddenly grabbed by one of the zombies from within the store. Hearing Heather yell for him, Clyde instantly jumped into action. "Heather!!" Clyde would call out to her in a startled frenzy before he reached for the switchbalde knife hidden in his boot, flipping the blade out before charging at the zombie, stabbing the blade into its abdomen and then twisting it inside before shoving the monster away, pulling Heather back as he did so. Scrambling out of the store after leaping over the zombie that Heather pushed away.

Clyde then took a look back at the store as the two made it into the street, seeing the both of the downed zombies slowly rise back up, the stabbed one apparently unharmed dispite the wound in his abdomen. A normal human would have to worry about bleeding out, but these creatures were not affected by such things.

"W-What the hell is going on.....?" Clyde would ask Heather as tugged her hand to run from the store.

Heather struggled as hard as she could to shake the zombie off her arm, but it wasn't helping. Her hand slipped and it seemed to be headed straight towards biting her arm until Clyde rammed his knife into it and shoved it away. Heather stood there with her hand up near her chest, eyes widened in complete shock until Clyde pulled her away and out of the store. Making it out to the streets, Heather looks up at Clyde as he begins to talk, her eyes still widened as her heart races from what had just happened.

Glancing back at the store after he talks, she notices what he noticed, the two zombies walking around, slowly making their ways towards them as if nothing had just happened to them. She couldn't believe the sight and it was clear that Clyde was feeling the same way.

"I-I don't know..I...think we should..head back...tell Dante and Bonnie.." Heather says before Clyde tugs her hand, running away from the store. As they ran, Heather looks up at Clyde, with a genuinely worried and scared look on her face. "You..don't think there will be..too many more of those..do you?"

Clyde nods at Heather in reponse to her suggesstion to go find Bonnie and Dante, keeping his grip on Heather's hand tight while he held his knife in his right hand as the pair continued to sprint towards the boys dorms, treading through the fog,

Clyde's eyes then widen as Heather asks her question, prompting him to contemplate there being more of those things, he really hoped there wasnt any. "I....I don't know, Heather... I sure as hell hope there ain't no more of them things..." Clyde tells her, his voice trembling as he spoke, trying his best not to look scared.

"W-We'll be a-alright... I'll be h-h-here with y-ya... P-promise..." Clyde stammers , trying his best to comfort and assure Heather that they would be alright, but perhaps Clyde was trying to convince himself of that as well. He was just as scared as Heather and didn't know what would happen to them. Everything felt so surreal, like a bad dream that was suddenly reality.

Even though his fear was making him uneasy, it didnt keep Clyde from slowing down their run back to the dorms, sprint to the door, Clyde would slam his shoulder into it to make it fly open before he approached the elevator, pressing the button to call for it, waiting anxiously with Heather beside him for the elevator to reach them on the 1st floor, his hands shaking as he stood there, interlocking his fingers with Heather and clutching tightly onto her hand, waiting for the elevator.

Heather nods her head slowly as Clyde also says his hopes that there wouldn't be any more of the things that they ran into in the store. She was hoping he would somehow know, but that was a meaningless hope. He was in the same position she was, and to think he would know more about it than her was foolish. Still she hung onto the hope that it was just a one time occurrence.

Hearing Clyde's attempt at reassuring her, she was able to calm down a bit. Even though he was clearly stammering in his voice while he said it, she felt a bit safer with him guaranteeing that he would be by her side in this. "I-it must have just been some sort of accident there..that's gotta be all...that..will probably be contained quickly...yeah...that's all..." She quietly says to herself and Clyde as they head back towards the dorms.

Clyde busting through the door, their run finally pays off as they make it there. Relief flows over Heather as she thinks of them reuniting with the other two, forgetting about this whole thing. "Clyde..um..th-thank you...for back there...if you hadn't...I would...." Heather begins to say to Clyde, looking down as she returned Clyde's tight grip on her hand until she trails off at the end.

Making their way to the elevator, Heather waits as Clyde presses the button. Her heart begins to relax, her breathing returning to normal. It seemed like it was just a small thing after all, nothing to worry about. It'll be just fine once they meet up with Bonnie and Dante again.

The elevator beeps, signalling it's arrival on the first floor. Heather takes a step forward towards it as the door opens. Looking up, she is met face to face with another one of those things. Three of them were standing in the elevator, piling out as the doors opened. Heather stumbled back, and would have fallen if it wasn't for her grasp on Clyde's hand. Shaking her head frantically, she stares on with widened eyes, her heart racing again. "N-no....no way..how???"

As the pair waited for the elevator, Clyde looked toward Heather as she thanked him for saving her back in the store, earning a small smile from the texan as he felt her hand clutch onto his, but couldnt but wonder why she had such trouble thanking him. Clyde knew he didnt like appologizing, did Heather not like thanking others?

His thoughts are interrupted however when the elevator emits a bell ringing sound before it opens to reveal Three More zombies standing there, all hunched closer together. They had pupil-less, empty white eyes and pale skin that was full of rot and decay, in addition to being quite large in size, muscles still visible on their decomposed arms, they WERE most likely wrestlers. Or used to be.

All three suddenly began a quick, staggering walk towards Heather and Clyde from out of the elevator. "Oh Shit! Clyde exclaimed before pulling Heather back as she stumbled before lashing out at the undead with his knife, slashing the one in front across the eyes to blind him, causing it flail his arms towards his head as he inadvertently, blocked the over two from approaching.

"Hurry! The Stairs!" Clyde yells out as he pulls Heather along to scramble for the stairs, knowing they had to run fast up several floors to reach the top and hopefully avoid more undead.

Heather was stunned by the appearance of even more of these things. The fact that they were in the dorms now baffled her. They were just there only a few minutes ago and it was completely safe, no signs of these things. She wondered how it could possibly be that there are zombies here too.

As Clyde pulled her away, she watched in shock as he attacked one of them with his knife. It seemed to work perfectly as the one blocked the other two from heading towards them anymore. Heather breathed out a small sigh of relief, but the zombies were still there and they had to keep moving. Hearing Clyde's call to head to the stairs, she nods her head as they both take off to run up them.

Reaching the stairs, in Clyde's tow, they start to run up them, Heather praying they can make it up safely and get to the others, figure out what in the hell is going on here. As she runs up, her foot gets caught on her dress as it gets in the way, causing her to trip up a bit. "Sh-shit! Clyde..wait a second..." She says as she tries to stop running. Letting out a long aggravated sigh, she undoes the ribbon on top of her dress before starting to zip it down.

Zipping it down to the middle of her breasts, she looks up at Clyde with a reddened face. "Y-you better not look at all ok!? I...don't have much under this...a-and you don't have permission to look" Heather says embarrassed as she zips the rest downwards, parting her dress to make it easier to run up the stairs, although she stood now with her bra and panties exposed, wearing her dress open, almost looking like a coat. "K-keep going!" Heather says, grabbing Clyde's hand again and running ahead now.

Clyde was happy to know that he had bought himself and Heather enough time to escape from the undead after slashing one across the eyes, scrambling to the stairs as quickly as possible as they ran up them, only for them to suddenly stop as Heather trips on her dress.

"Oh, Not Again!" Clyde thought to himself in frustration toward the pair having to stop because that insanely long dress Heather wore. This was the second time she's tripped up because of it. "We Can't Wait... Gotta keep moving!" Clyde tells her in a frantic manner as he looks down the stairs to see if the zombies are following before he notices Heather begin to undo her dress. His eyes glue down instantly to her chest as she begins opening her dress up, at least until she told him to not look at her, which earned a very odd stare from Clyde. "W-What!? Don't act I ain't seen ya naked before!" He tells her with a huff, wondering why she would be worried about something like that at a time like this.

"I swear... After all we been doin' together, you act like I ain't seen your coochie before! Were you gonna be like this when we got back to the dorms and started knockin boots!? Permission my--Wahh!" Clyde would say, starting to complain to Heather about her embaressment toward him seeing her body exposed before she suddenly gripped his hand and pulled him along, resuming their run up the stairs as quick as they could.

"We got Two Floors, left!" Clyde would yell to Heather as they climbed the stairs, nearly there to his old dorm where Dante and Bonnie were. Hoping that they were unharmed.

"Sh-shut the fuck up Clyde! Th-that's different!" Heather says in embarrassment before she grabs onto his hand. In reality he was right, but she still felt the way she did with it, even though they were just making out minutes ago. Especially in a situation like this. For some reason she was incredibly embarrassed at the fact that she had to run around in her bra and panties now, but it really couldn't be helped.

Hearing Clyde yell out to her how many floors were left, she nodded her head relieved that it shouldn't be too much longer before they are able to meet up with them again. Passing by another floor, it was just one more set of stairs that was in their way. At least, that was what Heather thought. As they turned to head up another set, it seemed like they wouldn't get up there without trouble. Two zombies were standing on top of that set of stairs, although it seemed like they hadn't noticed the two of them yet.

"A-ah!" Heather says as she catches glimpse of them. Quickly turning, she presses Clyde up against the wall on the small landing between the two sets of stairs. "Wait...Um...can we do this safely at all?" Heather says, thinking about Clyde's knife. The fact that there were two of them was what worried her. If there was only one, it wouldn't be a problem.

"Your..knife isn't the biggest. I doubt that would work.." Heather says, pressing against Clyde, trying to keep her out of their vision and whispering trying to prevent them from hearing her. She wasn't entirely sure how they sense people, but she was trying to cover those two things as well as she could.

"I don't see how it is..." Clyde would grumble under his breath after Heather yelled at him in embarressment. "You lookin' pretty damn fine, though..." Clyde would comment with a teasing grin behind Heather as they continued up the flight of stairs until Heather stopped and pressed Clyde up against a nearby wall, seeing the two zombies just before she did that.

"Dunno if there even is a Safe Way..." Clyde whispers to Heather as remains on the wall behind her, trying to figure out their options. He knew his knife wouldnt do much and even if he managed to possibly kill one, the other could get him. He then turns his attention to the corner of the hall, looking at the corridor.

"Let's just go over here..." Clyde says. "Maybe we'll find some weapons..." Clyde would suggest before he wrapped his arms around Heather's waist and began guiding Heather along the wall to edge around the corner and avoid the zombies on the stairs. Making their way into the dark, empty hallway that was torn apart inside.

"Tch...damnit.." Heather lets out in an aggravated whisper as Clyde says his doubts about there being any sort of safe way past them. "So close..." She adds as she bites her lip. Clenching her fist, along with gripping Clyde's hand tight, she thinks if there was any real way out of it. She wanted to run back down the stairs and just get out, but not only could those three zombies be waiting for them, they would be leaving both their siblings if they did so, something Heather didn't want to do. However the two zombies up there were blocking their way to them.

Heather cursed herself for not carrying a weapon of her own, but she never felt the real need for them before. She could defend herself pretty well against any normal person, but these things were completely different. She felt like they were completely trapped, no way to go, until Clyde spoke up.

Looking over in the direction Clyde spoke of, Heather nodded her head. She let out a little gasp as Clyde wrapped his arms around her waist, a bit on the edge because of what was happening, but she quickly shook her head, letting Clyde guide them both into the hallway.

"Wh..what's up with this area?" Heather said, looking around at the torn apart hallway. "What is this?" She added. It clearly wasn't like the other two floors she had been on in this place, and with the situation they were in, it's state couldn't be worse. She looked around as they walked in, trying to find something along the lines of some sort of weapon, although the place seemed quite empty, save for a few doors on the sides and at the end of the hall. "Where first?" She says, disregarding in her mind the thought of splitting up immediately. It would definitely cover more ground, but she feared the thought of being alone with these sorts of things walking around.