When DEAD calls

Chapter 13

JEFF SMITH POV

Anna clutched my hand with a gape more of a mute screech. I badly wanted a camera. She looked so comical and my laughter was blocked with a vision of my deepest fear. Phobophobia. We ran towards the gateways of the factory while the 'zombies' followed with their weird, yet scary growls . Anna caressed her soul with a consoling tone reminding the principles we learnt in our experience of our work years as a civil servant.

'Bravery brought us to this. And times of extremity can bring us to something good. Believe in that Jeff and I suggest you stay in that cool composure.', Anna said gasping as though it were her last words.

We didn't realise that we entered a indoor compound. Burnt walls, dark horizons and pungency in the scent factor creeped the nerves out of me. Anna's comment on my cool composure restricted me to show my true emotions. I want an epilogue to all this.

'Jeff! The 'zombies' are not behind us anymore. I think we entered a haunted area.'

'Yeah. Now you take back your composure comment.'

Before she responded I found a hiding compartment which looked safer and its a restroom. Yeah I know, it's funny. I beckoned Anna swiftly as we entered the room. It was comforting as we gasped air in a normal pace.

'I wonder how Jos and Mandy must be feeling.' said Anna with a contemplating grim.

'Mandy is strong enough to knock our friendly phantom and Jos must be finding his way through the case.'

'While you were supposedly sleeping in the car I heard some sort of a crash in the middle of the highway. Then all of a sudden I found myself in that dark room with that weird wardrobe. At first I thought this was nothing but a dream , but the ghost , the dead people who turned out to be zombies, this factory, you .....all felt real.'

'So you mean to say that you didn't make a consensus on all of this....right?'

'Yeah.'

I then heard the zombies again and then I stepped into one of the compartment of the factory's restroom to only find ourselves in trouble. They caught their eyes on us and I rushed towards the door to only grieve of the nerves that get to the heart beats. Anna folded her hands to let out a prayer and I just looked at her hoping to find a miraculous turn of events. I just then found the same old scent that rooted our work years.

Blood.

We turned towards the scene and we found a body with turned neck tightened by a rope and cuts were scene on the bosom but as we moved further we saw traces of familiarity. The same old roman nose, with wrinkles over his forehead and a childish cheek.

'Gorblachev!.' sighed Anna with a sob.

'What made the ghost kill him and not us?' I said gutted with the sight.

'How he came here in the first place?'. Asked Anna

How come I didn't think of that. Looks like the lady Czar loves to treat guests with death.

'I guess I found a way out.', I confirmed.