“Oww” Edward Bartlett groaned as he fell off the couch. When he helped himself up, he noticed the blanket he used was spread on the floor as if it was meant to be there. He picked it up and was about to lull himself to sleep again, on his way to lie back on the couch; however, the sunlight, piercing his eyes, prevented him from thinking so.
“It’s morning already?” he said in a groggy hoarse voice along with a wide opening of his mouth, letting out a yawn. He slightly pinched in between his brows and squinted his eyes a couple more times in order to fend off sleepiness. Then he folded the blanket neatly and put it on the couch, atop the pillow he used.
He lightly stretched around, then his gut rumbled. “We didn’t get to eat last night.” He looked over at the kitchen. “I should cook.” He paced toward the kitchen. “I wonder if there’s anything to cook,” he said
Can you tell where she is just from the narration? I did my best describing the place based from internet pictures I looked up online though. I also made some friends read that part and guess the place.
“Justin!” Gray Stewart shifted her eyes to the woman shouting who was standing by the brown door. It was Colleen in a short red silk dress. The name “Justin” stuck on Gray’s head. Then the answer finally came to her. It was the name Colleen said was her brother. “Coco!” shouted the blonde man who Colleen just referred to as Justin. “What took you so long?” He ran toward her. Colleen’s heels clacked as she walked across the concrete floor. “I told you not to call me that here, idiot.” She smacked his arm with a black purse she was carrying. “Ow!” He yelped, lightly rubbing his arm. “What took you so long?” “What took me so long?”She shot him an angry glare. “Yo
“What is that?” uttered Ronald. Gray saw him standing up as well as Colleen. His head turned around, looking for the source of the sound. “Whose phone is that?” The men began tilting their heads and checking their phones. “Not mine,” said one man. “Not mine either,” responded another. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” thought Gray and abruptly hit the power off button of her phone in panic without looking at the caller. When she peeked back at them, Ronald was still suspicious. She laid flat on the floor. She could feel the beating of her heart rising to her throat. She glanced at the door she entered from. If things go south, that was her only escape plan. “Is someone else here?” Ronald
Zia Scott eyed the man guarding the room as he disappeared past the corner of the tunnel-like path. She scanned the area. There were rusty pipes clustered together on all corners of the room, crawling all the way up the high ceiling. The room was dimly lit, not because there were dim lights but because only about 2 to 3 bulbs were working. Some bulbs were eerily flickering as if fighting to fulfill their job while other sockets were already missing bulbs. Staring at the ceiling, it felt like a horror movie. There were no windows. The only entryway was the one path in front of her, the tunnel. And she was curious. Curious as to what laid beyond the tunnel. She looked down on the concrete floor, staring at the dust on her shoes. “Is this an abandoned factory?” she thought to herself. “There’s about a hundred and thirty-four abandoned factories in the city though.” She glanced back at the pipes on the walls.
“Hey!” Gray Stewart abruptly ducked right under where Disgustington was standing. Luckily, since the lights were dimmed, he was unable to notice her. Disgustington, on the other hand, abruptly zipped his zippers up and caught himself. “Fuck!” he yelped. While he was still preoccupied with his own problem, Gray took this opportunity to hide among the machinery, stealthily crawling her way in. She didn’t even bother to check who it was that shouted earlier. Whether the “hey” was directed at her or not, she would find out in a few seconds. Hiding herself behind the machines, she heard approaching steps. “What the hell are you doing, leaving your post?!” a man said furiously. He
“The mommies on the bus say shush, shush, shush,” sang Zia Scott along with the other kids, swaying their bodies back and forth harmoniously. “Shush, shush, shush. Shush, shush, shush.” “The mommies on the bus say shush, shush, shush,” they all sang in chorus. “All through the tooooown. Yeaheeeeey!” The kids became hyped and enthusiastic as the song ended. They were unable to clap their hands nor jump in joy; however, their gleefulness was expressed through their wide grin and crescent shaped eyes. Zia’s attention was shifted to the approaching heavy footsteps, and her eyes guarded the tunnel. And as she suspected, it was the man who was keeping watch of them coming back. When she saw him walk in, she noticed the pinkish color of his right cheek. His steps were heavy and noisy
Gray Stewart silently listened in on the two men’s conversation beyond the other side of the room, kneeling on the floor with her right ear planted on the door. “I thought they’d be coming tomorrow?” said a man with a hoarse voice. “That’s what I thought too,” intoned another man with a deep voice. “We’d get our money early then.” The hoarse-voiced man snickered. “I don’t know, man.” The deep-voiced man seemed hesitant with his words. “What?” “I got a kid, man. She means the world to me. I’m not really on board with this trafficking thing.” “Oh?” thought Gray to herself. And while listening in on them, she named the hoarse-voice man Evil and the other man Half-evil. Evil sneered. “You gettin’ cold feet now? We smuggled drugs and bombs, robbed banks, counterfeited and laundered money. We even trafficked women before. You still tryna be a saint, man?” “Man, a bachelor like you will never understand me. I have a fa
Gray Stewart studied Evil and after ascertaining his sincerity, she decided to trust him. She tucked the pendant inside her jeans’ front pocket. “This is what we’ll do,” she started. “You’ll have to---” Gray’s sentence was interrupted when they heard approaching footsteps. Realizing that she was out in the open, she reached for the door and hid once again on the other side of the room. She locked the door and listened intently with bated breath. “What are you still doing here? I told you to get rid of it already.” It was Ronald’s voice. “Are you that stupid, huh? Can’t you do one simple order?” His voice rose, almost shouting. THUD! Gray jolted as a thudding sound hit the door.
Gray Stewart’s complexion turned pale as her eyes met Fakey McBaldy. Likewise, he was also just as surprised when he saw her. “T-there’s someone here!” he shouted, pointing his trembling hand to her. While he was still under confusion, Gray pulled out her stuck foot so hard, her shoe fell off. With one less shoe, she squeezed her body out of the set of tanks and sprinted on the side aisle. She had only one way to go; the door. As she sprinted without looking back, she could hear clamoring and the breaking of bottles, as well as vehement footsteps. “Catch her! Shoot! Faster!” were the words she could pick up in the middle of escaping. Almost reaching the knob of the door, she heard a gunshot promptly followed by a hole on