“We have to hurry.” Roosevelt said through chattering teeth as they pushed forward with newfound energy after spotting the house. The front door stood halfway open and the front porch light proved that the house still had power as the two raced up the steps and through the door. Roosevelt closed the door behind them and immediately headed for the kitchen, stripping off his wet clothes the entire way. Johnny did the same and soon they were both stark naked standing in front of the open oven door.
“Put it on broil!” Johnny chattered through purple lips. Roosevelt reached out a shaking arm and twisted the dial to broil before taking a step closer to the mouth of the oven. They stood facing the oven, slowly letting their bodies heat up when shuffling feet caught their attention. Johnny turned his head just in time to see a round fat man with a bald head slam into his naked body. Roosevelt rushed over to roll the fat man off him but was tackled to the ground by a skinny white-haired woman. The woman opened her mouth and clamped down on Roosevelts forearm but her false teeth popped out of her mouth and shattered on the floor. Roosevelt craned his neck to see Johnny struggling with the fat bastard as he held the skinny toothless woman off with one arm. Her nails dug into his chest as he tried to scoot his way out from under her. Finally, in a burst of frustration and anger Roosevelt got his foot under her waist and shoved with all his might, sending the woman flying across the room. She slammed into the cabinets and hit the floor before rolling over to get back to her feet.
“I can’t hold him anymore!” Johnny screamed just as his arms lost all strength. The fat man dropped down chest to chest with johnny, snapping teeth inching closer to his throat. Roosevelt scrambled to his feet and grabbed a wooden chair from the table, swinging just as the woman got within three feet of him. The chair shattered across her face and chest sending her sprawling to the floor. Roosevelt had a single broken leg of the chair in his hand as he turned and stepped forward, swinging the chair leg like a Louisville slugger. The wooden leg slammed into the side of the fat man’s head, caving in his skull before it had a chance to clamp down on Johnny's throat. Roosevelt moved to hit the round man once more but stumbled forward as the old skinny woman climbed up his back and wrapped her toothless mouth around the side of his neck. She continued gumming his neck as he reached back and wrapped his hand up in her white hair. He yanked hard, flipping the woman over the back of his shoulder to the floor and then slammed the tip of the wooden leg down through the back of her head. A wet slurping sound filled his ears as he yanked the leg free of her head and spun around to see Johnny trying to roll the lifeless fat bastard off him.
“Get him off of me!” Johnny yelled in a muffled tone, the fat zed's large, hairy man titty covering his face. Roosevelt saw this and lost it. He laughed hysterically as he rolled the man off his friend. Johnny shot to his feet and rubbed at his face, disgusted with the situation.
“It’s not funny asshole!” Johnny cursed, moving back to the open oven. The kitchen was above freezing now, and the color had returned to the two men's faces as they stood in the warmth.
“We need to check the rest of the house for more of these things and see if they have any clothes that will fit us.” Roosevelt said, standing next to Johnny. Both men stood with their hands covering their junk for a few more minutes not wanting to move away from the warmth. Finally, after a few more minutes they both stepped away from the stove and moved deeper into the house.
“Let’s check the bedrooms first for some clothes.” Johnny said, rounding the bottom of the staircase and heading up taking two steps at a time. When he reached the landing, he stopped in his tracks. Blood covered the walls and floor of the hall. Roosevelt stepped up next to him holding the wooden chair leg like a bat. The pair moved down the hallway listening for movement as they went. When they reached the first doorway they stopped and quickly peeked inside.
“Oh Jesus Christ!” Roosevelt said after seeing what had caused all the blood. A small corpse that had been reduced to nothing, but sinew and bone lay face down on the bedroom floor. Roosevelt backed away from the door and closed it before moving further down the hall. The next room was empty. A tall four post bed sat in the middle of the room. The covers and pillows were in disarray like someone had just gotten up for the day.
“Looks like this was big boys’ room.” Roosevelt said as he moved into the room. He headed straight for the dresser and began pulling open drawers. Johnny headed for the closet and slowly opened the door. When nothing slammed through trying to eat his face, he opened it all the way and flipped the switch on the outside of the door. Clothes hanging on a long wooden pole ran along the inside of the closet, boxes stacked high on the upper shelves. Old
