“Gray! Wake up!”
Gray Stewart woke up to the violent shrugging of her body. She abruptly sat up and clenched her heart. There were beads of sweat on her face although her bedroom was cool, and her t-shirt as well as the sheets were drenched as if someone had thrown a bucket of water over her.
She took several deep breaths then she looked at Zia with a weary expression, who was standing beside her.
“What’s with you? You look dead,” commented Zia.
SLAP!
“Ow! What was that for?!” barked a visibly annoyed Zia with her hands softly rubbing her left cheek.
“What’s the date?” asked Gray, still sharply breathing.
“You won’t explain why
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RING RIIIIING RING RIIIIING RING RIIIIING Edward Bartlett turned a few heads with the sudden ringing of his phone. He covered the phone that was in the inner pocket of his black suit jacket hoping it’d help tone down the noise. “I’m sorry. Can I pick this up?” he whispered to Felicity Burgin in a black blouse standing beside him. “Yeah, sure,” she answered with a smile. Edward retreated from a group of people also dressed in black who were now focused on a man giving a eulogy speech. He walked on the grass far enough that he could no longer hear the man speaking through a microphone. He then pulled out his phone and glanced at the caller. It was Gray. He picked it up. “Hello?”
“What the hell are you doing in my apartment?” Gray and Edward jumped to their feet upon hearing a voice coming from behind them. Their faces held a bleak expression as they turned to see the owner of the voice. “Who the hell are you?” asked a visibly exasperated woman with straight blonde hair. She had a boosting hourglass body that exuded through her tight crop top t-shirt and skinny jeans. Her 5 feet 4 height was concealed by red killer heels. And even though she was already fairly good-looking, she wore heavy makeup. And a gold minimalist necklace with two letter Cs hung around her neck. Gray’s face slightly twitched with her first question. Instead of answering, she glared right back at her and said, “Who the hell are you?” Edward put a restraining hand
“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
“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