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only at the front door, he also heard them running on the roof, they were at every window slamming their fists and bodies against the metal cover, the overhead door in the warehouse groaned and rattled as they attempted to find a way to force it open.
         Then, as if on cue a deathly silence pervaded the air. He remained completely still; the only sound was that of his own breathing. Then, he heard far in the distance a faint, high pitched wailing sound.
         It seemed to emanate from the woods on the opposite side of the canal and resembled an animal howling. As the sound came nearer it became more audible and the din began to echo within the building.
         Abruptly, and to his horror he came to the realization that this was not some animal he was hearing, it was a human voice. Someone must be out there he thought, did they need help? Whoever it was they were coming closer to the store and finally he was able to make out what they were saying.
         “Maaaarrrkie, Maaarkie!” The words pieced through him like a sword.
         “Maaaaaaaarrrrrrkiiie!”
         He froze, his body became granite and panic began to rise in him.
         “Markie, Maaaaarrkie!”
         The sound was now coming from just outside the front door. As if in a trance he slowly moved from behind the gun counter and out into the open.
         “Markie!” The voice called to him.
         He shuffled down the aisle. His vision wavered as the howling apparition slowly drew near the screen.
         “Maaarrrrkie.”
         His mother appeared to him, she reached out her hands and her flowing white dress glowed in the glare of the streetlight. His hand tightened around the keys on his belt.
         “Markie.” She pleaded with him, her arms outstretched, reaching for him.
         He came closer to the screen, their faces now mere inches apart separated only by the harsh metal grate. A soft smile appeared on her face, she turned the handle on the screen back and forth and Mark removed the keys from off his belt.
         “Maaarrkiie, Marrkiie,” her arms were ready to embrace him.
         Mark held the keys up and shook them and she glanced down at the lock on the door. He then slowly placed them back on his belt and she fixed her gaze on his face with her dull and cloudy eyes.
    He heard a low growl in her throat and the smile on her face changed to a wide grin. Her mouth suddenly opened wide and her ashen lips curled back baring her teeth, she hissed loudly and quickly moved backward out into the driveway.
        She paused for a moment and glared at him, then ran headlong into the security screen. Her body was repelled by the barrier and she bounced off and fell back onto the muddy ground, but she was back on her feet immediately.
         Her attack was viscous and she gnashed her teeth at Mark. A dark liquid oozed from her shredded fingertips as she tried to force them through the screen. Mark was not repulsed by her, he felt closer to her now than he had at any time throughout his life.
         Her cold, dead eyes fixed upon him and then suddenly, from out of nowhere, the others who had been waiting in the shadows rushed the door. Their assault released him from his catatonia and he backed away. The monsters screamed at the sight of him. Blood began to run down the screen as they mutilated their flesh on the sharp steel.     
         The creatures caterwauling and their drumming on the outside of the steel building became more than he was able to bear. The sight of his mother with those cadaverous eyes and gnawing daggers of teeth, terror enveloped him and he forced himself into a corner behind the gun counter and lay in a fetal position. He became insane with fright and his mind shut down.

 
    Chapter 5
     
     
         The day dawned grim and damp. The building was quiet except for the endless staccato tapping of raindrops on the metal roof. Needles of shattered glass lay strewn