The End Of Life Chapter 55
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"Shall we go and find out what they are doing here?" A hoarse voice resounded beside the person with the binoculars in his hand. Both of them noticed from the opposite building how Mark drove up to the shop before stopping.
The man with the binoculars shook his head and said, "No, not now. We will go and try to meet with him at night." And kept the binoculars to the side. He continued to observe the shop for a while before turning his back and exiting the room.
Not knowing that they were already spotted, Mark and the others got inside the shop. Once he entered, a frown donned Mark's face. The beautiful and colorful shop was now empty and gloomy. All the flowers and plants have withered away, leaving only branches. The virus affected the surrounding flora, too.
The shop was very simple and small. Small rows of pots filled with soil, which used to have small plants having beautiful flowers in them. The store was very famous in the neighborhood for its flowers. His friend Suzie was a nature lover due to this. He continued to roam around the shop.
David and Daisy did not remain in one place but rather roamed around a bit. David noticed something strange as he looked at the cash counter and went towards it. When he reached it, he bent over to look and noticed something horrible and called for Mark.
Hearing David cling for him, Mark made his way towards the cash counter. And noticed David on the other side, looking down and bent over. He noticed a body with its head blown. He went to the other side to get a closer look, and David moved to the side.
By then Daisy already made her way towards the counter and looked at the body. She immediately rushed to the side and vomited the food she ate in the car. Mark kneeled near the body and noticed that it had the shop uniform on it. He immediately understood who this person was. It was the high school kid who worked here in the shop for some extra pay.
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He looked at the head and observed the wound. He analyzed the wound came from a gun and at a very close range. Probably a shotgun was the cause. The right side of the brain was the only thing which was blown away, meaning the person who shot had no good aim. The brain matter already dried up, meaning this happened some time ago, probably a week.
Mark exhaled as he stood up and looked at Daisy's pale face and David's questioning expression. He just shook his head and said, "He is a kid who used to work here. Looks like he turned into a zombie and got shot. This probably happened a week ago." David gave a nod.
Mark looked around and noticed there was nothing left to do inside the store and decided to go up to the apartment. The door leading up was right behind the counter, and so he found it when he turned around.
Turning the knob, he found it locked. He looked at David and said, "Go back, I need to bust the door open." He took some steps back and ran to the door. After a couple of times, the door finally fell. Rubbing the side of his arm, he turned around and waved the two of them to come.
The door led straight to a pair of stairs. Mark slowly climbed. As he reached the end of the stairs, he was now facing another door leading to the apartment. He exhaled as his hope almost died down. He noticed a hand on his shoulder and noticed it was David's.
He turned back and saw David's reassuring smile. He just nodded and turned back. Opening the knob, he went inside. He was welcomed into a trashed living room. He came to this home many times to know what the house looks like. He slowly made his way inside and noticed the whole house was trashed with blood in some places.
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He knew that his friend wasn't here. His mind became blank, hoping only for her wellbeing. David and Daisy made their way in, and we're also shocked by the scene. Both of them looked at Mark with concern. His reason to come here was only to find his friend. Seeing the trashed house they knew something happened here and when they noticed the bloodstains on the walls, they were sure that it was a zombie, why? Cause the stains were black, In color.
Mark made his way towards the kitchen where the stains were more and went inside. Once he looked at the source of the stains, it shocked him. It was the body of a female zombie.
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