[color=9e0b0f][h1][center]Ved[/center][/h1][/color]
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	His head turned up as he heard a slight shuffling above him, looking towards the direction of the sound, he moved slowly, holding the bat at the ready, he prepared to be forced into another life or death situation. Walking silently, he moved to the bottom of the stairs and began to climb them, being sure to avoid the older looking steps to avoid any creaking sounds. As he moved up the stiars, he kept an ear out for the shuffling sounds he heard earlier.

	As he reached the top of the stairs, he heard a few loud cracks and the sound of flesh ripping coming from behind a closed door down the hall. Inching forward, he watched the door closely and noticed that it was cracked open slightly, and the back of a male looking figure could be seen hunching over and consuming something aggressively, something small.

	As he made his way to the door, the floorboards beneath his feet let out a quiet groan, looking down quickly, he moved his foot to the side, another creak sounding out. Looking up, he saw the figure freeze, sniff, then return to it's 'meal' as if nothing happened. Letting out a small sigh of relief, he closed the distance to the door, and peered in, getting a closer look of the man.

	Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself, and as he exhaled, his good leg kicked open the door, and he took a long swing, his eye's closing mid-swing, a sickly squishing sound filling the air as his nails and bat pierced, then shattered, the skull of the walker. Opening his eyes, he nearly chocked in horror of what he saw. He was standing in a nursery.

	He slowly, painfully slowly, looked down at the mangled body the walker had been holding, and feasting on, then dropped to his knees, tears falling freely down his faced as he heaved heavily, stomach acid spewing from his mouth like water from a hose. Choking out a sob in between heavings, he continued to vomit until his stomach was dry, then fell to the floor, clutching at his gut and sobbing. 

	In the hands of the now lifeless body, was the body of an infant, less than six months old, it's torso torn open from the teeth of it's father, and missing it's left arm, as well as chunks of the skull. Ribs jutted from the center of the body, and flies flew around the carcass of the infant. Blood poured from the body, a small pool forming atop of the older carcass.