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Chapter 2. Unexpected Visitors
After making my way to the door in the dark, I slowly open the door, stepping back into the darkness a few steps. I leave the door open a crack to attract anyone who saw me open the door, and not to anyone who hasn't noticed yet. Nothing.
Wanting to survive, I emerge from the darkness with such a lethal quiet it’s almost as though I melted into being from the darkness. I look around the room and realize my initial guess that it was a meat store was right.The wall to my right is lathered in crimson red blood, behind the color I can see peeling wallpaper with flowered in the chain link fence style grid, the wall to my left has a door wallpaper on this side is almost completely gone except slivers still caught in the floorboard. In front of me are shelves that are almost empty with cardboard containers and plastic wrapping litter the ground near them.
30 ft down from the door I came from are 3 dark figures, blocking the source of light each of them carried, professionally checking and sweeping the other end of the building. I slowly move to behind one of the shelves near me and listen to the conversation.
The figure in the middle spoke in a voice that bellowed throughout the building. “All Clear. Gather as much as you can, remember the group needs food and medication, and Stay Frosty!”.
The other two figures guns immediately dropped, and started to look around for things to take. They proceeded to kneel in order to examine the boxes and plastic on the ground, and began another conversation, “I still can’t believe this is possible, doesn’t the government have protocols for this?”
The other cut him a glance that could almost murder by itself. In a female voice I heard, “No.”
The voice was stern, almost hoarse, but also sounded filled with a calm rage. “She has some dark secrets” I mutter to myself under my breath with a small grin on my face, I must’ve been imagining things but i could’ve sworn she looked at me for a second.
“I can’t believe the government wasn’t prepared, it’s like... the Government!”
At this the girl calmly replied, “You’re right, it’s the government, thats why they weren’t prepared. The only thing they are prepared for is their next paycheck.” I stifled a laugh at this remark, Immediately after doing this, the girl’s head whipped around in my general direction.
“What is it?” the bellowing voiced man asked.
“... Nothing, it was nothing.”
After hearing these conversations I knew these people weren’t military, they were looters.