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Chapter 30: The Butcher – Part 3

Chapter 30: The Butcher – Part 3

The group huddled in a deserted corner of the mall, their breaths ragged, their bodies aching from the brutal encounter with the Butcher. They had escaped, but the harrowing ordeal was etched into their minds, each of them replaying the horrifying moments of that fight in the supermarket.

Lex leaned against the wall, wiping sweat from her brow. "Everyone… everyone okay?"

Damien gave a curt nod, his hands still trembling slightly as he holstered his airsoft pistol. "Yeah. I mean, I’m not dead, so… I’ll take that as a win."

Sophie glanced at their two new companions, the survivors they had rescued. Rachel, a woman with short, dark hair and hollow eyes, looked visibly shaken, clutching her arms tightly to her chest. Beside her stood Evan, a man in his mid-thirties with a haunted expression and a faint scar running down his cheek.

"Thank you," Rachel managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "If you hadn’t come… he would have finished us. He said he was ‘saving us for later.’"

Evan nodded, his voice weak. "He called us ‘his stock.’ Said we were… too tender to use up quickly."

Maya swallowed hard, glancing at Lex. "How long were you… with him?"

Rachel shuddered, her eyes darting away as if trying to escape the memory. "Days. Maybe longer. Time doesn’t feel real in that… that cage he kept us in."

Evan’s gaze was distant, fixed on a spot in the distance. "I didn’t think we’d get out. Every time he looked at us, it was like he was… deciding how we’d taste."

The horror in their words settled over the group like a suffocating fog, making each of them painfully aware of the danger that still lurked in the mall.

"We’re not leaving anyone behind now," Lex said, trying to reassure them. "We’re all getting out together."

But Evan only shook his head slowly. "You don’t understand. He’ll find us again. He always finds us."

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The friends exchanged uneasy glances, their own recent encounter with the Butcher still fresh in their minds. They had barely escaped, and now the possibility of facing him again felt like a shadow pressing in from all sides.

"We should keep moving," Brandon said, his gaze shifting to the darkened hallways around them. "There could be more infected, or… something worse."

Rachel nodded, though her steps were unsteady. "I’ll follow you. Just… don’t let him catch me again. Please."

As they walked, Sophie fell into step beside Rachel. "What was it like, being with him?" she asked quietly, her voice filled with sympathy.

Rachel shuddered, her hands clenching tightly. "It was… like being in a nightmare. Every time he’d check on us, he’d say things… things I can’t even repeat. He’d make these jokes… about how long he’d cook us." She trailed off, her voice breaking.

Damien’s jaw clenched with anger, his knuckles white around his airsoft pistol. "That freak… he deserves everything we threw at him. And more."

Evan stumbled slightly, his face tight with fear. "It doesn’t matter. None of it matters. He’ll find us again. He always does."

Lex placed a steadying hand on Evan’s shoulder. "I understand. But we need to keep moving if we’re going to survive."

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The group continued down a dim corridor, their flashlights casting narrow beams across the abandoned storefronts. Every sound seemed amplified in the silence, every shadow holding the potential of another threat.

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As they turned a corner, a low, dragging sound filled the air, freezing them in place. It was a noise they knew all too well—the sound of metal scraping against the tiles, like a butcher’s cleaver being dragged deliberately, maliciously.

"Did you hear that?" Maya whispered, fear tightening her voice.

"Yeah," Damien replied, his voice grim. "It sounds like…"

He didn’t need to finish; they all knew what it sounded like. The Butcher.

Rachel let out a quiet sob, clinging to Sophie’s arm. "He’s coming back for us," she whimpered. "I knew it… he never lets anyone go."

Sophie tried to soothe her, though her own voice was strained. "We’re not going to let him get close. Just stay calm. We have a plan."

The scraping sound faded into the distance, but the dread remained, heavy and oppressive. They had evaded him once, but now he was out in the open again, taunting them, toying with them. It was as if the entire mall was his domain, and they were nothing more than intruders.

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They pressed deeper into the mall, hoping to find a secure spot to regroup. But just as they approached a row of benches near a large display window, a loud crash echoed from behind them, followed by a strangled, panicked scream.

Lex whirled around, her flashlight beam sweeping the darkness, and saw Evan collapse to the floor, clutching his back. Blood spattered across the tiles, and Rachel let out a cry, stumbling backward in terror.

"Evan!" Maya gasped, rushing forward, but she stopped in her tracks as the full horror of his injury became clear. A deep, jagged wound gaped across his back—a wound that could have only been made by a cleaver.

"The cleaver…" Brandon whispered, his face going pale. "He’s… he’s right behind us."

Lex’s heart sank as the horrible realization hit her. "No… he’s been following us this whole time."

Before anyone could react, a familiar, low chuckle filled the air, dark and triumphant. From the shadows, the Butcher stepped forward, his face twisted into a grotesque smile, his cleaver glistening with fresh blood.

"You thought you could run?" he sneered, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "I don’t let my stock get away that easily."

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Panic surged through the group as the Butcher advanced, his heavy footsteps echoing in the hollow silence. Rachel, still frozen in fear, seemed unable to move, her gaze fixed on Evan’s motionless body.

"Rachel, we have to go!" Lex shouted, grabbing her arm, but Rachel was rooted to the spot, her voice a choked whisper. "No… he was supposed to be gone… he was supposed to be… gone."

The Butcher’s smile widened, his voice taunting. "Run, if you want. It won’t make a difference. I’ll carve each one of you up, piece by piece."

With a scream, Rachel tried to run, but she stumbled, her legs weak from fear and exhaustion. The Butcher moved toward her, his cleaver raised, his eyes alight with cruel glee.

"No!" Sophie cried, reaching out as if to help her, but Lex pulled her back. "We can’t save her, Sophie! We have to go!"

But Sophie hesitated, tears filling her eyes as she watched the horror unfold. Rachel’s scream echoed through the mall, sharp and raw, before ending in a sickening silence. The Butcher’s laughter followed the group as they fled, his mocking voice chasing them down the empty corridors.

"Run, little rats! Run while you can!" he called after them, his laughter filling every corner of the mall.

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They finally collapsed in a small, abandoned break room, their bodies trembling from exhaustion and terror. Lex closed the door behind them, leaning against it as she caught her breath, her mind racing.

"We… we couldn’t save them," Maya whispered, tears streaming down her face. "They… they were right there, and we couldn’t…"

"I know," Lex replied, her voice hollow. "But we didn’t have a choice. He… he would have killed us all."

Damien punched the wall, his jaw clenched with anger and frustration. "This place… it’s like a nightmare that never ends. Every time we try to help someone, it just… it just makes things worse."

Brandon placed a hand on his shoulder, his own face pale. "We did what we could. Sometimes… sometimes that’s all you can do."

Sophie wiped her eyes, her expression hardened by grief and anger. "That monster… he’s still out there, laughing, playing his twisted games. And we just keep running."

Lex took a deep breath, her gaze steely as she looked at her friends. "No more running. We’re going to fight him. And we’re going to survive."

The friends exchanged grim nods, a silent understanding passing between them. They had lost good people but they were still standing. And as long as they had each other, they had a chance.