While he was waitin on the women to perhaps give an answer, he kept his eye on the end of the hall. The fog wasn't helping with seeing anything....Damnit, if he ever got out of this Leonard was gonna get it. When it seemed like neither one of them had an answer, he was about to walk further away to find a way to hightale it out of there.
But his motions were abruptly interrupted by what sounded like maniacal laughing coming from the ceiling. It caused him to jump, and when the sounds of steps were coming from above, he stumbled right back over to the chick with the gun. This would be to get out of the firing range should that thing come from wherever the hell it was at. He was right. It was some horror movie type of shit. Oh hell no....Not good. Not good at all. They needed to get the fuck out, and right now.
Michael just kinda stood around as these folks kept talking. The fuck was this chick, who apparently was a damn cop, talking about check the rooms for other survivors? Fuck THAT! She could do that shit when she had back up, not when she's the only person with a gun in a hotel of who knows what and who knows where. He was still stuck on the urge to stay here, as whatever the heck that was making that noise, would be running loose. He'd rather not encounter it defenseless.
He was still firm on the fact that this cop was crazy. This wasn't no crime investigation. He didn't like, either, how they were going on about greetings n pleasantries n shit while they were probably quite literally in a life or death situation. From the look of it, there were about five of them there all together. So maybe it'd be a little less to worry about. So long as he didn't see any Hocus-Pocus shit, he'd probably be alright, he guessed.
There was more screaming from another room. Make that six...unless she died right in there, quite frankly he didn't want to know. Okay, so other big dude had a gun too. Two are always better than one he guessed... When they went in, he stayed in the hallway. No thanks. They got it.
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