Cheers, K

(The following may be graphic, duh.)

The hair on the back of Randy’s neck would have stood up had they not been impeded by the sticky sweat and grime of the last week. The impression still reached his brain, behind you. He spun around almost to quickly, his pack flopping wildly, almost loosing his balance. The sight that shambled toward him was so odd that the barrel of his sawed off drooped as his shock-addled mind took it in.

The garish color of the clothing struck him first. He had become used to seeing the filthy clothes of the zombies, caked with dried blood and gore, coats torn in places to show the horror underneath. There had even been that old naked guy two days ago, who came at him foaming red from the mouth and nose, but this, this was something … new.

He… IT, had a pronounced twist to its stance as it moved, it’s right side seeming to struggle with some burden. The left arm was intact but the hand that it held out, clutching at the air that separated it from Randy was dark, blood tinged the white, fuzzy cuff of the sleeve. The right arm and leg were ravaged; the red velvet of its left pant leg showing a calf that looked oddly clean compared to the rest of the creature.

Its head gleamed with a dark slickness; the fake white beard stained and spattered red where it seemed to clutch at the thing’s neck. Randy saw what it was pulling at its right side. A large candy stripped bag had it’s gold tasseled draw string tangled around him at his right hip. Brightly wrapped boxes with ribbons filled the obscenely cheerful sack.

Randy shook his head slightly, and unconsciously mumbled,

“…Santa?…”

Santa gurgled and sputtered. The sound woke Randy from his daze with a blink. The sawed off found it’s mark and roared, the sound loud in the smooth hallway. The white beard flipped up wildly and Santa fell back on his sack of toys and didn’t stir.

After a moment Randy glanced quickly up and down the hall then back to the body in the fuzzy red suite.

“Merry &*@#ing Christmas.”