Rhys was down by my truck, putting the last of his gear in, and it dawned on me, that I wanted to take something nice to wear, in case we found some nice eatin" joint, and could actually dress up. I picked a nice red dress, something that would look good, but not overly fancy, red heels, and matchin" lingerie. Hell, I figured I could talk him into another go round, cause honestly, the boy had skills.
I thought that I heard him talking to someone as I was on my way back down the stairs when I heard a shot ring out, and after the weirdness that's been around us, I broke into a run. My truck was sitting there, passenger door open as I dropped the dress, and pulled the Kimber from the holster on my hip.
"Rhys?" I called his name, but stayed with the truck blocking anymore possible stray bullets as much as I could. I ducked down and looked under the truck, there were no legs, only the body of a woman, with a dark pool starting to spread around her. "Rhys?" I called again, only to have no answer. "This isn't funny!" Truth told, I was starting to panic.
I pushed the door closed with my left hand, and kept the right locked tightly around the custom grips, waiting for something, anything to happen. Waiting on an answer from Rhys, but there was only silence, followed with the sudden drops of rain starting to fall against the outside of the building, and onto the woman's face, which wore a look of confusion and fear. Despite the starting rain, I walked the outside of the warehouse, looking for any signs of him, or anyone else, and as I came back around to the front, I realized that I was alone, with some dead broad I didn't even know.
*Thanks for leaving me with this shit, Rhys.* I thought to myself.
I pulled the phone from my pocket, pressed and held the number three, which was Adam's number. I just hoped like hell he would get here before the law, if this was some kind of set up deal. As I figured, I got his voicemail, and tried like hell to remember the code, but at this point in time, with a pretty, dark haired woman staring up with dead eyes, I just blurted I needed him to call me back, like yesterday.
Her eyes were really starting to creep me out, so I pushed them shut, before going back inside my garage, wiping my hands on my jeans with a case of the jitters. Just to be sure, I got the chainsaw out, as well as silver rounds loaded into my pistol. If she happened to get up from her peaceful rest, I had every intention of putting her back down.
I started pacing, waiting on the phone to ring. Usually Adam was faster about returning calls, but I was in a panic, and I could feel my neck muscles threatening to snap at any moment.
I thought that I heard him talking to someone as I was on my way back down the stairs when I heard a shot ring out, and after the weirdness that's been around us, I broke into a run. My truck was sitting there, passenger door open as I dropped the dress, and pulled the Kimber from the holster on my hip.
"Rhys?" I called his name, but stayed with the truck blocking anymore possible stray bullets as much as I could. I ducked down and looked under the truck, there were no legs, only the body of a woman, with a dark pool starting to spread around her. "Rhys?" I called again, only to have no answer. "This isn't funny!" Truth told, I was starting to panic.
I pushed the door closed with my left hand, and kept the right locked tightly around the custom grips, waiting for something, anything to happen. Waiting on an answer from Rhys, but there was only silence, followed with the sudden drops of rain starting to fall against the outside of the building, and onto the woman's face, which wore a look of confusion and fear. Despite the starting rain, I walked the outside of the warehouse, looking for any signs of him, or anyone else, and as I came back around to the front, I realized that I was alone, with some dead broad I didn't even know.
*Thanks for leaving me with this shit, Rhys.* I thought to myself.
I pulled the phone from my pocket, pressed and held the number three, which was Adam's number. I just hoped like hell he would get here before the law, if this was some kind of set up deal. As I figured, I got his voicemail, and tried like hell to remember the code, but at this point in time, with a pretty, dark haired woman staring up with dead eyes, I just blurted I needed him to call me back, like yesterday.
Her eyes were really starting to creep me out, so I pushed them shut, before going back inside my garage, wiping my hands on my jeans with a case of the jitters. Just to be sure, I got the chainsaw out, as well as silver rounds loaded into my pistol. If she happened to get up from her peaceful rest, I had every intention of putting her back down.
I started pacing, waiting on the phone to ring. Usually Adam was faster about returning calls, but I was in a panic, and I could feel my neck muscles threatening to snap at any moment.