Evangeline Sablier is not broken, but please (handlewithcare) wrote in rooms,
Part 2....
While she was proceeding with caution, and she was definitely on high alert and they were both in a strange weird place with strange weird footsteps and children that didn't listen and hospitals. There was something fresh in the way she walked. Or maybe just fresh because she hadn't walked that way in a while. A long while.
Evie was about to suggest they not go into a hospital because clearly that was where plagues started, and if a town was this quiet, every movie told her a plague was involved. She didn't think this was the zombie door, but there were two comic book doors. And a billion zombie movies. She hoped they were in Shaun of the Dead. If they had to be in. She laughed. She snort laughed at her own thought. It echoed in the alley behind them.
Inside. Pitch black. Evie was so prepared for this. She took one strap off the backpack and turned it around to reach in and get the incredibly awesome flashlight out. It was the kind mechanics had. And cops. And her landlord. This way Wren could save her phone battery. She shined it down a hallway. And on the walls. That was blood.
There was scraping. Evie's heart thumped in her chest and they were undoubtedly about to die, but she felt pretty god damn alive in that moment. It was a welcome change. "It's a good thing I didn't eat the fruit snacks in the lobby of the hotel." She said and turned to look at her friend. She put her gloved hand on the side of her face and smiled before she kissed her on the forehead. "We've got this. I promise." She moved her hand from her friend's face and held Wren's tightly instead.