Who: Gilman and Mike. What: Mike and Gilman, Murder Bros, discuss bitchin’ Helldrugs and killin' bitches. Where: Mike’s trailer. When: January 11th, early evening. Rating: Discussions of drugs, drug use, rape, necrophilia and Murder in the First Degree.
With Dahlia out of his trailer, Gilman had been able to start looking after basic hygiene again. He’d been showering and he’d been able to sleep. He slept on a naked mattress with some weird stains on it, but it was better than nothing. Sometimes he could swear he heard Dahlia, but he remembered the sock in her mouth and the voice would fade. Just his imagination.
Getting in contact with Tatum was proving more difficult than he’d originally anticipated. She’d been such a meek little mouse at Vic’s. Maybe the power of the Internet, the lack of actual confrontation, gave her some extra backbone? Whatever her deal was, he was going to have to try a little harder than ‘Lazy Internet Predator’. He wasn’t sure what Mike’s present was, but as he knocked on the front door, he hoped it was Tatum, all tied up and ready for him to take over. That’d be a fantastic present.
“It’s Gilman,” he said.
Gilman still looked like shit. He hadn’t shaved and looked like he wasn’t eating well. On the flip side, he didn’t smell like week-old funk with a dash of corpse. He’d even changed his shirt. Still, everything else was the same: his jeans, his coat, his hat. They’d all soaked up a little of that unwashed smell, and Gilman definitely didn’t have the quarters (or the gumption) to do laundry.