Chapter 32.*.*Jasper pulled the car over close to the police station. He opened the door of the car and walked out of it.The bright morning sun was still dancing in the sky, he winced his face and scratched his hair. He walked over to where Tabitha was sitting and opened the car door."We are here!" He said as she climbed down from the car and he closed the door.They both walked into the station and the desk officer quickly looked up at them. He studied them closely and frowned.Looking at how worn out Tabitha was, he concluded that there had been domestic violence. He immediately hated Jasper as he shot him a glare.They were asked to sit on a bench and wait for their turn as they sat down. Jasper sat next to a man with a bleeding nose that had a roll of toilet paper on his nose. Jasper was immediately disgusted at the sight and he tried not to look at the man."Hey mate!" The man spoke to him. He pretended not to hear him."Hitting

Chapter 34.*.*."Tabitha," Jasper called her softly as she sobbed."Do not start, please. Don't just start right now" she wiped her eyes with the back of her palm while the Sheriff just stood there.The door creaked open and Annabella walked into the office, holding the first aid kit."I am sorry for taking long" she smiled and walked up to the table and dropped the kit. She took out a pair of scissors and rolled a ball of cotton wool on it. She opened a methylated spirit and dipped the ball of cotton wool inside."May I? Please?" She said to a grumpy Tabitha who shot her a glare."Come on Tabi! Do not be an asshole. You should be glad that she still wants to do this even after you accused her wrongly!" He pushed Tabitha's palm to Annabella who smiled."I am going to clean off the blood, okay?" She smiled and started cleaning it off until the cut on her palm showed."There we go" she smiled and rolled another ball of cotton wool, dipped

Chapter 36.*.*.He stopped in the middle of the hall and searched in his pocket for something."Damn!" He muttered as he was still looking for whatever he was looking for."Where the hell is it?""Willow, can you hear me?" Igor called and Willow was tensed as she slowly nodded her head."Do not move, he would detect any movement now that the whole place has been lit up" he spoke as water was rushing down from his eyes.They had stayed in the dark for too long and it was affecting their sight now as it has started adjusting to the darkness. The strong light was now becoming torture to them as it was as if it was blinding their eyes."Willow, I want you to slowly sit on the puke at your back. I can not do it because it would require me moving and making too much noise" All this while, his eyes were solely fixed on Freddy who was still looking for crap."Did you hear me? You have to do it slowly. If that creepy bastard sees it, it would mak

Chapter 38.*.*"Do not just stand there and mope, come on, get on with it! The oven would not heat itself, neither would the work!" Oscar yelled at them.He walked to a corner and continued smoking the cigarette he was holding as it was almost burnt.Willow was still marveling at the big oven, the heat in the cave was so unbearable. She wondered how they were able to manage.The zombies went about as some went to add heat and coal to the oven. Willow could not understand what they were doing. But she saw that they were melting metals."Come on! Come on!" Oscar urged them as they went on with the work.Some zombies were working at the oven as they were applying heat and pressure to it. The big iron container placed on the oven was turning and was making a very loud sound. When Oscar finished smoking, he walked to a room, later he came out with something he placed on his ears that would shield him from the loud noise made by the container. The

Chapter 40."But..." He was still holding the edge of the object while she was holding the other part."Are you sure that you would want to do this? Have you thought about it, very closely? Do not do what you are going to regret later, Willow" he said as she furrowed her brows at him."What do you mean?" She asked and would not let go of the edge, neither would he."Well, doing this. I mean, cutting off your foot would make you handicapped, and trust me, you would not be able to bear the pain. I know you are really frustrated right now because of the pain you are going through, but the pain is not as much as cutting off your full foot. I get it, I know you do not want to give him an advantage by being in here with something he wants, but... Cutting off your foot would not solve anything. Rather, it would only make matters worse!" She sniffed."You do not have to do this. We would think of a way to get past all these. Listen, this is what would happen if you