neck and her blood had poured out of it like a funnel. It had pooled around her.
Fuck.
He turned away from the young girl and continued his search.
Chapter 6
Marianne had her hand over her mouth and nose. She didn't know how much more of the smell she could take. She did her best to search around for any sign of food that they could take, but stench of death made that hard. Her eyes were squinted together. She could barely breathe.
She saw Scooter standing over on the other side of the restaurant. He was looking down at a small child. A girl. It reminded her of the one she had seen at the park, beside the playhouse, all those … months ? …days ago.
Scooter looked up and marched away from where he was standing. Marianne did the same. Though she didn't make it very far.
She motioned to Scooter . This was too muc h . He agreed.
They both charged for the door.
Chapter 7
Outside the restaurant, they began panting, sucking in all of the somewhat fresher air.
"Shit," Scooter said in between gasps. "That was fuckin' horrible!"
Marianne looked at him. Instead of saying anything, she simply started to laugh.
It took Scooter by surprise . After all they had just seen, how could she laugh ? He thought that maybe Marianne had lost it. Seeing all of that blood, smelling all of that decay . Had it pushed her over the edg e ?
Finally, she spoke. "Yeah, tha t wa s fuckin' horrible!"
Scooter started laughing too. He couldn't help himself. The words had a strange sound coming out of the mouth of this middle-aged woman in her bright yellow shirt.
"So what do we do now?" he asked once he gathered himself.
Marianne laughed a little longer before she answered. "I don't know."
It wasn't much of an answer, but it was along the same lines that Scooter had been thinking. They had come so far. Yet they didn't know if they wanted to go any further.
"It really wa s fuckin ' horrible," Marianne repeated.
"Should we forget about it? Head back to the room and tell them we couldn't find anything?" Scooter didn't like that idea, but he wasn't sure what else they could do.
Marianne didn't answer. She had her own question to ask first. "Did you see anything in there we could take?"
"No."
"Me neither." She looked back at the door. "But I think I saw where the kitchen was. Maybe we should try to check that out first."
"You mean go back in?"
Marianne's head bobbed up and down slightly. She didn't really want to go through all of that again. "The least we can do it try."
Scooter glanced from the door to the hallway that led to their rooms. People were relying on him to get this done. He had to try. "Okay," he said. "We'll give it a shot."
Fuck.
He grabbed the door knob again, then turned to Marianne. "Ready?"
"Ready."
"On the count of three."
He began to count. At 'three', they took a deep breath and he pulled the door back open.
They hurried inside.
Chapter 8
Julie opened the hotel room door to let them in. Scooter and Marianne both had their hands full with cans of food they had found in the kitchen.
"You found so much," Julie said.
They placed the food onto the table and sat down. Their adventure had taken a lot out of them.
"Was it bad?" John asked from his spot on the bed.
"Worse than bad," Scooter replied. He shot a quick look to Marianne . Fuckin' horrible . "But we found a few things."
It was then that Scooter noticed John had something of his own. A can of pop and a bag of something. Alice and Emily were sharing something too.
"Where did you get those?" Scooter asked.
John held up his hand. A bag of peanuts. "These?"
"Yeah, those."
"The mini-bar." John pointed to the small refrigerator underneath the television. "We thought about it after you left."
The mini-ba r . Scooter didn't know why he hadn't thought of that earlier. There wouldn't be the best food in it, but it would've helped. They might've even been able to avoid going to the restaurant and seeing what they had.
Nothing they could do about that
Fuck.
He turned away from the young girl and continued his search.
Chapter 6
Marianne had her hand over her mouth and nose. She didn't know how much more of the smell she could take. She did her best to search around for any sign of food that they could take, but stench of death made that hard. Her eyes were squinted together. She could barely breathe.
She saw Scooter standing over on the other side of the restaurant. He was looking down at a small child. A girl. It reminded her of the one she had seen at the park, beside the playhouse, all those … months ? …days ago.
Scooter looked up and marched away from where he was standing. Marianne did the same. Though she didn't make it very far.
She motioned to Scooter . This was too muc h . He agreed.
They both charged for the door.
Chapter 7
Outside the restaurant, they began panting, sucking in all of the somewhat fresher air.
"Shit," Scooter said in between gasps. "That was fuckin' horrible!"
Marianne looked at him. Instead of saying anything, she simply started to laugh.
It took Scooter by surprise . After all they had just seen, how could she laugh ? He thought that maybe Marianne had lost it. Seeing all of that blood, smelling all of that decay . Had it pushed her over the edg e ?
Finally, she spoke. "Yeah, tha t wa s fuckin' horrible!"
Scooter started laughing too. He couldn't help himself. The words had a strange sound coming out of the mouth of this middle-aged woman in her bright yellow shirt.
"So what do we do now?" he asked once he gathered himself.
Marianne laughed a little longer before she answered. "I don't know."
It wasn't much of an answer, but it was along the same lines that Scooter had been thinking. They had come so far. Yet they didn't know if they wanted to go any further.
"It really wa s fuckin ' horrible," Marianne repeated.
"Should we forget about it? Head back to the room and tell them we couldn't find anything?" Scooter didn't like that idea, but he wasn't sure what else they could do.
Marianne didn't answer. She had her own question to ask first. "Did you see anything in there we could take?"
"No."
"Me neither." She looked back at the door. "But I think I saw where the kitchen was. Maybe we should try to check that out first."
"You mean go back in?"
Marianne's head bobbed up and down slightly. She didn't really want to go through all of that again. "The least we can do it try."
Scooter glanced from the door to the hallway that led to their rooms. People were relying on him to get this done. He had to try. "Okay," he said. "We'll give it a shot."
Fuck.
He grabbed the door knob again, then turned to Marianne. "Ready?"
"Ready."
"On the count of three."
He began to count. At 'three', they took a deep breath and he pulled the door back open.
They hurried inside.
Chapter 8
Julie opened the hotel room door to let them in. Scooter and Marianne both had their hands full with cans of food they had found in the kitchen.
"You found so much," Julie said.
They placed the food onto the table and sat down. Their adventure had taken a lot out of them.
"Was it bad?" John asked from his spot on the bed.
"Worse than bad," Scooter replied. He shot a quick look to Marianne . Fuckin' horrible . "But we found a few things."
It was then that Scooter noticed John had something of his own. A can of pop and a bag of something. Alice and Emily were sharing something too.
"Where did you get those?" Scooter asked.
John held up his hand. A bag of peanuts. "These?"
"Yeah, those."
"The mini-bar." John pointed to the small refrigerator underneath the television. "We thought about it after you left."
The mini-ba r . Scooter didn't know why he hadn't thought of that earlier. There wouldn't be the best food in it, but it would've helped. They might've even been able to avoid going to the restaurant and seeing what they had.
Nothing they could do about that
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