Suddenly the body moved. Pac-Man frowned, his smug mood immediately gone although he was uncertain whether he had imagined it. He hadn’t. The body moved its arm and slowly, with great strain, dragged itself to its feet. It turned around slowly, revealing a rotten, grotesque man’s face with a huge, gaping wound in the side of its head, presumably from the impact of the bus. It looked directly at Pac-Man with blank, grey eyes; eyes that weren’t lost in thought or wide and aware: they were simply blank.
Pac-Man gulped and tried to scream but the air caught in his windpipe. He was completely repulsed by the sight of this hideous creature and yet uncontrollably transfixed at the same time. No matter how hard he tried he simply could not take his eyes off it is as it shuffled along the damp ground to the window behind which he was sitting. It reached the window and, if it wasn’t for the glass in between them, it might have just carried on walking until its face squashed right up against Pac-Man’s. It stared at him for a few moments, neither of them moving, but each analyzing and scanning the other. Gradually its expression changed: its face became blank for a few seconds before slowly turning into a horrific grin which displayed an incomplete row of blood-stained teeth. Pac-Man swiftly removed his gaze from the window, sat straight up in his seat, stared forwards for a few seconds and then blacked out.
YOU ARE READING
Jungle Of Grit
ActionThree school boys are plunged into a horrific new world, a world where danger is everywhere and survival is all that counts, even if it costs them all they are.
