Dead by Dawn

Chapter Seven.

Stu walked out of the cabin first with Marcy close behind him, moving to walk beside him. The camp was quiet and surrounded by trees, you had to walk a bit to be able to get onto the main road. The wind had picked up and in a split second rain had started thudding violently onto the ground, completely soaking the two figures who were now sprinting to the mess hall. 

Stu's fingers were slipping across the keys, trying to find the one for the mess hall. Once he found it, he unlocked the doors and tried to open them gently but the wind swung them open, the doors bouncing off of the walls. Stu and Marcy quickly went inside, Stu shutting the doors firmly behind them and Marcy lighting a lamp with Stu's borrowed lighter. 

Stu let out a heavy sigh and slicked his now wet hair back that was sticking to his forehead. Stu gripped the handle of the baseball bat and swung it over his shoulder, he walked over to where the phone was hung up on the wall. Marcy sat down on one of the benches and placed her elbows on the table, leaning forward slightly, the light dancing over her face. 

Stu dialed '911' into the phone and put it up to his ear, but it instantly got cut off. He tried a few more times before slamming the phone down. "No luck." He said, shrugging. "Phone lines are down because of the damn rain." He sighed frustratingly, leaning back up against the wall next to the phone. 

Before Marcy could respond, one of the doors of the mess hall swung open and hit Stu. The figure that stood in the doorway was illuminated by the subtle lighting of the lamp, the figure stood at seven feet tall. He was wearing a red and black striped short sleeved t-shirt with denim overalls. He had long, black sharp fingernails but the most jarring thing of all, was the pumpkin he was wearing as a head. No. it WAS his head. If it was just something to mask his face, then the light inside of the head itself wouldn't have been lit, not to mention how impractical it would be to have a heavy massive pumpkin over the top of your head as a mask or even a helmet.

Marcy could hear Stu groan from behind the door, The Pumpkin King took hold of the door and slammed it shut. A wound had opened up on Stu's forehead and a spat of blood trickled down his face, dripping off down his chin. When Stu managed to wrap his head around what was happening, he scrambled to his feet and The Pumpkin King tilted his head towards him, inching closer.

Stu grabbed the butt of the bat and held it up in a striker's stance, this caused the pumpkin to let out an inhumane cackle. Stu yelled out and started hitting the pumpkin's body only for The Pumpkin King to grab him by the throat and hold him up against the wall. Marcy could only sit there, backed up against the wall and trembling in fear. She could hear a snap coming from the two who were fighting and saw Stu's body go limp in the pale veiny arms of The Pumpkin King.

He let the body and bat clatter and thud to the floor, before turning around slowly to look at Marcy. Her eyes darted frantically between Stu's now dead body and The Pumpkin Kings massive orange head. 

She pushed herself off the wall and grabbed the lamp, standing out in the middle of the mess hall, staring down at the pumpkin man. She stood there for a second and extended her arm out, throwing the lamp at the gigantic towering beast. 

The Pumpkin King caught the lamp in his hands and threw it to the ground harshly, the flames exploding out of it, catching fire to the curtains nearest him. Marcy ran through the doors to the mess halls kitchen, she pulled open a drawer and took out a sharp knife. She hid under one of the tables in the kitchen, waiting for The Pumpkin King. He burst through the door and slammed the left open drawer shut, his boots thudding rhythmically along the copper coloured tiles of the kitchen floor. 

Marcy gripped the knife tightly and held it close to her chest, watching carefully where The Pumpkin King was walking to and from. Marcy felt every hair on her body stand up in nervousness and anticipation, she chewed the fleshiest part of the inside of her lip so hard that it began to bleed slightly. The boots stopped suddenly, right in front of the table that she was hiding underneath. She could hear the ragged breaths escaping the killer, she got disorientated slightly and couldn't figure out if it were really her breaths that were being rather loud or if it were the killers. She gently covered her mouth with her hand and silenced herself.