Leon’s blood ran cold as he heard her young voice call out in agony. He turned and saw her standing in the corner, her dress torn apart and her intestines slowly pulled from their cavity, sucked into the hungry mouth of the cashier who devoured them as if they were spaghetti.
“I’m sorry,” Leon mouthed to the girl, whose eyes bored into him with a pain that would haunt him forever.
Growls began to close in on him, and Leon found himself with his back pressed against the door. It would not open. The automatic sensor no longer worked. Panic fueling his every move. He frantically waved his arms and stamped his feet to no avail. A pair of hands suddenly descended on his shoulders. Leon feared the worst, but as he turned, his legs tangled with themselves and he fell, pulling the zombie with him. Lifting his legs, Leon…
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