Love Bites ~ Craig of the Dead au ~ Tricia x Karen fan fiction [COMPLETE]

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Silently, we all approach the pile of bodies. Most of them have decayed badly in the past few years and the smell is unbearably thick in the air.

"So we all know what we're looking for?" Henrietta asks. Everybody nods, "Good. Let's get searching."

We pull the first body from the pile. It's a young looking child with the throat brutally ripped out. The decaying body is in tatters, but it's clear that this was once a girl around my age.

Karen gags, but helps me move her to the side, out of the way.

The next body pulled out is headless and for some reason, half naked. Unfortunately, the boy is only wearing a shirt. I immediately cover Karen's eyes.

"Damn." Firkle whistles.

"This kid had one heck of a dick," Phillip pauses, instantly realising how weird that sentence was, "I'm just saying what we're all thinking."

"Nobody was thinking that." Henrietta rolls her eyes.

"Speak for yourself." Firkle snickers.

"You two are disgusting!" She groans.

With Phillip eyeing the massive dick and Karen having her eyes closed, we carefully remove the body and haul him away from the pile.

"This shirt is barely torn," I point out, "we could take it. We just might need to wash the blood off it."

"That's not a bad idea. I've been in these clothes for like, six months," Phillip says, "I'm sure these people have clothes in our size. It just might be hard for the shorty."

Everyone, minus Karen, looks at me and laughs. It takes me a second, but I realise they're making fun of my height.

"Hey! I'm not that short." I scowl.

"How tall are you? Four foot three?" Henrietta jokes.

"I'm five foot..." I mumble.

"Five foot what?"

"Just five foot."

They all burst out laughing again.

"Don't be mean! Trish can't help being short. It's just her crappy genes," Karen shouts, "I happen to like how short she is. It's kinda cute. And if you don't get back to looking for those keys, I'm going to pass out because the smell is awful."

Shocked into silence, the others begin to get back to work. They lift the bodies out of the pile and check for keys while Karen and I strip them of any decent looking clothing.
By the time we've shifted twelve or so bodies, we've got two outfits for everyone, the clothes just need to be washed and patched up.

"Hey! I think I see a lanyard," Henrietta excitedly shoved her hand into the pile. She keeps pushing and pushing until she's shoulder deep in the body pile, but, by some miracle, she pulls her arm out and she's holding a yellow lanyard with a key on the end, "we did it!"

"Finally, I'm about to pass out." Karen clutches her stomach.

"You do look a bit green," Phillip holds a hand to her forehead, "Jesus, you're burning up."

"Hopefully resting overnight will help. Let's go back inside." Henrietta pockets the lanyard and starts heading back for the school.

Firkle is the first to follow her, carrying a pile of dirty clothing, then Phillip, leaving me and Karen behind.
She's looking sadly at the bodies, stacked haphazardly in two different piles, most of them either naked from us stealing their clothes or already naked for some weird reason.