Wolfed Out (Discontinued)

Chapter 25: Howl At The Moon

His long grasshopper like legs stretched across his cozy thick chair to his cold hard desk, twitching his itchy feet that also panicked about another jump scare as his eyes watched the little boy walk down the empty street with only debris in the wind to stir him up. He kept stuffing chips down his throat hoping the sound of crunchy food would get him threw a jump scare.

The boy now led two so called walkers down the street, walking backwards as he mumbled words to himself. Come on, that's it. Their wet moans and shuffled footsteps ended the suspenseful silence, but the nerd sitting in his chair knew that couldn't be it.

The boy led them into a yard, the wild grown trees covering the scorching sun like an umbrella, even though the boy's sheriff hat did enough for him. Just as he turned another walker peered out from the trees. The nerd shouted at his computer screen but a buzzing alarm sound jumped him out from his chair, his chips compressed into broken shards.

"Damn it!" he cursed, pushing himself to the wall behind him. He looked through the small screen to see who buzzed at his door. A young girl and guy stared straight at his door, expecting him to let them inside. He pushed the button. "May I have your names?"

The girl now stared directly at him threw the screen, her eyes and nose larger than normal. "Do you not recognize your own friend Andrew? Let us in."

He really didn't, her hair seemed out of control and her skirt ripped up. She looked like a walker herself, Andrew rubbing his eyes trying to snap out of a dream. But walkers don't talk.

He buzzed them in and continued on with his show, watching dead walkers pile onto the little boy who scrambled for a good head shot. The two teenagers busted in, Taylor peeking behind her shoulder like a child. "Hey! Hey! Can't you see I'm having a Walking Dead marathon here." he said munching on his small chips. "You're going to have to pause on that. We have bigger issues than completing a marathon."

He paused the show and swung his chair around, his legs crossed. "Well then this better be good."

Allison grabbed Taylor's arm, pulling him out of the shadows. "Taylor, this is Andrew, a buddy I work with in college. Andrew, this is Taylor, a new friend of mine."

They both gave nods. "So what's your problem?"

"We need to find a building, but we don't know where it's exact location is. We're thinking you can help us."

Andrew mumbled and swung back around. "You came to the right man."

He closed down his show and opened a new fancy-like browser Taylor has never seen before. "Do you know the name of this building?"

Taylor stepped in. "No, I just know its features."

"Describe it to me."

Taylor formed a blurry image in his mind as he drew the outline of the building, colouring in its obvious details. "It's large, built in grey cement and stone. Very dirty on the outside. It's surrounded by woods in the center of this field. A grassland."

"I think I know what you're talking about. Have you watched the news lately?"

"Not at all." Taylor said. Not in weeks.

"Well that explains it or you wouldn't be here right now asking me. I've taped something."

He switched on the news that was recorded in early October.

"What police say to be a secret prison, has just been discovered in flames here in Ringwood, New Jersey. Locals along the water reported seeing a black cloud of smoke coming out from the thick forests of Ringwood, saying they first thought it was a forest fire, until they took an even closer look through this devastation and saw no trees were on fire. They also reported hearing a loud explosion from miles away, confused locals running into town asking each other the same question. Did you hear that loud boom? Police have reported no survivors within this institution that has been held a big secret for who knows how long. They say they will get to the bottom of it and find out what its purpose was that could have led to such an explosion. Police have found bodies outside of the institution burnt alive to the bone, which they say couldn't be from the explosion, but possibly from scorching hot degrees caused by a mysterious fire. Police have found multiple trails of footprints leading out from the institution into the thick woods of Ringwood. They may be our only survivors, but have not been seen since."