A Life To Waste by Andrew Lennon Page A

This was worse
than the things you see on horror films, he didn’t in his wildest
dreams imagine anyone could do this to people.
    Dave walked slowly along the
floor, having to step over various limbs and torsos. The bodies
were spread all the way across to the other side, each one was sewn
onto the next. Making one huge patchwork of skin and different body
parts.
    The further along Dave walked he
noticed that the bodies had not started to waste away to the extent
the ones at the other end of the room had. Perhaps the ones closest
to the stairs had been there for the longest. This freak must have
just added bodies onto his sick work of art as and when they came
in. Almost like a production like.
    “mum” he thought.
     
    If his “production line” theory
was correct, that meant his mum would most likely be at the far end
of the factory, and hopefully not in as bad a state as the earlier
victims.
    Dave started to rush toward the
end of the factory, careful as he was going trying not to fall over
into to any of the mutilated patchwork victims.
     
    “help me” he heard a whisper
    Dave stopped.
    “hel....help....me” he heard
again.
    When Dave looked down he could
see that the people surrounding him now had definitely not been
there for as long as the ones he’d seen prior. There was more
colour to their skin, their clothes didn’t look quite as bad, their
blood seemed more, fresh.
     
    Dave turned away and puked
again.
    “help....please”
    He looked down, he could see
movement, not from just one person but from quite a few. He could
see a face, it’s lips moving.
    “help me”
    He couldn’t see exactly where
the body was though, there were four or five bodies moving.
Obviously one of them belonged to this person, but it had
been sewn to the others. So when it moved, they all moved.
    “It’s ok” Dave said in a whisper
“I’m here to help you”
    “Help....me”
    “yes I’m here to help you, how
long have you been here?”
    “please.”
    “do you know if there are
anymore alive?”
    “help”
    “have you seen a woman come in,
in the last few weeks”
    “me”
     
    Dave began to get frustrated,
this person’s mind had left them already, they were completely
oblivious to what Dave was saying. They were left with nothing but
their survival instinct. To ask for help.
    “please help me” the face
attached to multiple bodies said again.
    “I promise you, I’m going to
try.....but”
    The lights turned on.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 20
     
    “If.....you.....go.....down.....to.....the.....woods.....today”
    It was the whistling again. The
freak was coming! Dave needed to find a place to hide and fast. His
eyes shot in every direction, there were plenty of things he could
hide behind. Machinery, old unused PVC doors, a big furnace or kiln
looking thing. He couldn’t get to any of these things fast enough
though, the door at the top of the stairs opened. Dave dropped to
the floor.
     
    Keeping himself as still as
possible, he used just his feet to push him into the human
patchwork quilt. He tucked his chin to his chest so his head was
pressed against the floor and then push his body forwards, further
and further. Until eventually he was covered by the bodies. To
anyone looking from the outside they would not notice him, he was
underneath parts of five different bodies, all sewn together to
camouflage him.
    “you’re....in.....for....a.....big.....surprise”
    The whistling was getting
louder. Dave could hear the footsteps of the maniac. He was coming
down the stairs.
    “if....you.....go.....down”
    He had reached the bottom of the
stairs.
    “to.....the.....woods”
    He was coming close, Dave could
hear the steps and the whistling getting louder and louder the
closer he got.
     
    “today......you’d”
    Dave lay as still as the corpses
he was surrounded by. He knew now that this mad man was stood right
next to him.
    “Can he see