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The door to the mansion isn’t locked, which I find amazing. I couldn’t imagine having a house like this and not keeping it locked tightly. The door opens quietly and I move inside. I take a moment to admire everything, from the nice paintings to the freshly waxed floor, before I fuck them all up. Walking into a hallway, I notice a door being shut slowly. I’m glad this piece of shit is bad at playing hide and seek. There is nothing more I want right now than to get home and start reading over Blaine’s journal.
I walk back to the door and pull out my knife, making it float above my hand as I open the door. At first glance, the thing that gets my attention the most is a large wooden desk with several chairs in the middle of the room. I take a quick look around and then step inside.
Once I’m past the door, I suddenly take a punch to my jaw. Falling back into one of the chairs, my knife flies back towards the wall. The guy rushes out of the door and back towards the entrance.
I guess we aren’t going to settle this the easy way. It is fine by me, really. It takes a real piece of work to steal food and supplies from a senior center. I know times are hard, but there are plenty of places to find a decent meal without resorting to that. Honestly though, if I didn’t owe Zeke for saving my ass at the motel, I probably wouldn’t be here.
I pull my knife back to my hand and put it in my boot, then stand up and take off down the hallway after him. When I get back to the entryway, I catch a glimpse of him moving down another hallway to my left. I follow him, though slower than he is going. This is a huge house. I know that people lived in them alone in the past, but I doubt that is the case now.
I continue down the hall, turning the doorknob of every door I come to. Guys like this are not the smartest ones of the bunch. They will leave every door in the house unlocked, yet lock the one door they hide behind.
I remember trying to hide from my dad as a kid. I was playing ball with the guys and managed to hit the ball right through the driver’s window of my dads brand new Monte Carlo. It never ceases to amaze me how fast we could scatter when something went wrong. I don’t know where the rest of the guys went, but I ran inside the guest house and locked myself in one of the bedrooms hoping he wouldn’t find me. I wasn’t too worried about having to use my grass cutting money to pay for a new window. What I wanted to avoid was being on the ass end of his leather belt. He didn’t pull it out often, thankfully.
It didn’t take him long to find me, he checked the doors until he found the one that was locked. He knew I was too stupid to run away. I don’t remember much about the beating, but I do remember that I had to sit on a pillow for the next three weeks.
Four doors down and I am at the locked door. I take a deep breath and kick the door in.
I’m greeted by six guys pointing assault rifles at me, which is a shame because I found the holy grail of man caves.
“The supplies are mine.” A tall blond man says from the front of the theater. “Kill him quickly and clean up the mess. I have some business to attend to.” He walks through a door on the right side of the room, leaving me with the six amigos.
“I’ll give you a choice. Drop the guns and walk away, or keep holding them and die.”
The sound of gunfire fills the theater. As much as I want to admire the acoustics of the room, I also don’t want to die today. I hold my hand forward and focus on the spray of bullets heading my direction. Within moments there is a wall of lead floating in the air between us. I try not to laugh and the looks on their faces.
“Bad choice.” I pull my arm in, preparing to thrust the bullets back.
I feel something hit me in my lower back, which drops me to my knees. Getting a kidney shot is not one of my favorite things on a good day. Its the last thing I want when
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