Clementine x Male reader : We Are Monsters

Chapter 59

The hours that you spent in that pickup between the time when you killed the curious biter and when the sun was finally chasing away the darkness were long, boring, nerve-wrecking and destroyed your lower back and neck. As soon as everything wasn't just black like ink but greyish and allowed you to see beyond ten yards, you decided to leave the pickup, not forgetting a thing behind. 

You did hear a few loud things in the night those last hours, but nothing close by. You figured that it was probably just biters knocking down metallic trash cans and junk piles from the amount of noise that made. However, that served you well as all that ruckus probably attracted a lot of those rotting sacks of shit to the same place and not near your position.

Firstly, you took a look at the building you tried to sneak in earlier only to back down with the crawler inside. It was a small brick building, with a restaurant on one side and all the storage and kitchens in the other. The front window was smashed to pieces, and you took a look through the holes in it. There were some comfortable red leather benches postioned near the wall on the opposite side of the counter, just by the windows. Those benches and the tables in front of them were separated by some wood panels, that had lots of graffitis on them. The ground was made out of black and white tiles, full of trash and puddles of dark liquid.

There were a few black trails of goo and blood going across the tiles, seemingly more recent than the others. You guessed that this was the work of the biter dragging itself around. From a high point of view, it might have drawn something like a Pollock. You could still hear those eerie thumps, rustles and humid noises coming from inside, and sometimes a few gurgles and groans that sounded very chilling, almost plaintive even.

So, you squeezed the handle of the machete and opened the swinging door from which a few pieces of glass fell down. The biter inside groaned in a menacing way, like a dog backed down against a wall and trying to look intimidating. Carefully, you stood in the doorframe to see where it was first. The bastard was near a door, that seemed to lead behind the counter and probably into the kitchens. You took a good look at it.

It used to be a man, not that long ago. Its skin was pale, and starting to show blue and red spots from the decay of the flesh not alimented by blood and oxygen. Its brown hair was slicked back, but was thinned out and a few chunks of scalp were missing. Its beard was full of blood and a black liquid that dribbled down from its mouth.

Its right forearm had all its skin like peeled off, revealing all the muscles and tendons moving as it started to drag itself in your direction very painfully. The skin at the end of its fingers was almost completely missing from all the dragging around that corpse did, same for its nails. As you suspected, what used to be a man got everything under its groin gone. You could still see its pelvic bone under some bloody mess, though, and its left thighbone that was still holding on for some reason to God knows what.

The blue t-shirt this man wore before being violently torn apart by biters was ripped to shreds at the stomach, from where bloated and bloody guts were hanging out, sprawled all over the floor. When it kept dragging itself in your direction like some horrible huge handicapped spider, this time with some ungodly rageous growls, you could see the guts getting squeezed by the body, and wringed out from some blood and their contents like a towel. It was making one hell of a mess that definitely crossed the safety and health rules of this establishment.

With a wince of disgust at the humid noises and the smell of shit and piss coupled with the rotting flesh, you quickly walked up to the biter while avoiding to slip on all the blood around the place. It wasn't able to do much, slow and defenseless. So, you quickly split its skull in half while feeling a little sorry for that dude who must've had one hell of a horrible death. And since he wasn't eaten completely, maybe that guy managed to kill the biters before dying in a last stand kind of way. But if that was the case, why didn't he destroy his brain with whatever weapon he had ?