Carnival Of Terrors

Chaper Two

***Narrator's Point Of View***

Jen walked through the amusement park quickly, trying to find whatever she could that would lead her to what was happening to people that went there before it shut down. She tried to keep her breathing at a steady pace but honestly, she was terrified. She stopped to examine a poster that seemed a bit erie looking.

The poster read, "House Of Fun!" In big block letters. In the center was a photo of a man wearing clown makeup and a top hat. His suit would've seem sophisticated if it wasn't printed with the patten of the american flag. He just looked dirty.

And the grin on his face didn't help out at all.

Jen took the poster and rolled it up before stuffing it in her evidence bag. She continued walking, examining the floors and walls of different little shacks and trucks. This whole place see.ed like it was awful even before it shut down. Jen opened the door to another small shack just to see a man curled up in the corner. "Sir...?" She stammered out, walking toward the man, "Sir are you okay? I'm Jen, I'm here to help you."

Jrn placed a hand on his shoulder and before she could say a thing, he sprang up. His hair was full of bald spots and his jaw was missing, leaving his mouth area dripping with yellow, curdling blood. Jen screamed as the man let out gurgling sounds, before she pulled out her gun and shot him dead.

The bullet wound leaked with more of the yellow blood, causing Jen to gag. "There's probably more where that came from..." Jen murmured, "I just hope I don't throw up everywhere." Jen coughed and continued walking, despising every moment. Everything's going to be fine, Jenny. She thought as she walked along. Nothing is going to hurt you or Alec on this mission.

Jen made her way to some different trucks and buildings, finding only two other of those Zombie like things. One was a clown, the other she expected to be the ticket vender when he was...human...or whatever. She felt like she was going to throw up from the things she had seen. Whilst walking, she came across an old food truck. "This place looks filthy as hell..." She murmered under her breath, "I guess I should still look around though." Jen yanked the door open with her gloved hand, revealing the truck to be conected to four other trailers. She hesitantly stepped over a small pile of broken plates and bent up silverware.

The air smelled like charcoal and blood, with a small hint of rotting flesh. Jen plugged her nose as she continued forward into the truck. She nearly jumped when she saw a dead body coated in dried vomit wearing an apron. "He must've been a chef..." She said to herself. She continued to walk along quietly just when another undead creature popped out. One of her eyes had been goudged out and her she was missing an arm. She must've been a chef to because what remained of her hair was inside of a hairnet and she was clad in a filthy apron. But what really stood out about her was her face. It was painted like a clown's face.

Jen began to shoot, but it took a bit more ammo then the last two. She assumed it was because this woman was so hefty. Just as she thought she was done for, the woman began to fall and seize on the floor. Blood pooled from her mouth. Jen quickly grabbed a pan from the floor and began beating the woman's head until her body fell limp. Jen breathed heavily, her face and clothes splattered with curdled blood. She dropped the pan with a loud clang and began walking again, traumatized by the faces of the creatures she had killed. They were disgusting, and over hard to look at.

"Dear Lord, let me and Alec get out of here alive..."