XIX (Part I)

My heart is throbbing inside my chest as I gasp for air. What just happened? 

I slightly push myself away from Harris. I meet his eyes, “What is going-” he cuts me off as he put one of his hands to cover my mouth while the other signals me to -shh.

He then moves his fingers to point in a direction behind me. I turn my head around and see a huge man walking around the kitchen floor. It turns out that we are not the only people here. Is he a survivor, too? Or a mere employee?

And also, why does it seem like although he has thrown a knife at us earlier, he does not appear to be aware of other people in the kitchen right now?

“He must be the head chef,” I hear Harris whisper. The man is indeed wearing a chef’s uniform with a black apron. He is short and quite fat with a mustache just above his mouth. He turns around while tapping on the tables as if he is looking for something.

I look back at us and notice