DISCONTINUED - A Consoling Silence; Aris Jones

indifference - five

[Third Person POV]

"Try to blend in." Brenda muttered, advising the other two who hadn't been in an "urban" place for as long as they could remember. Thomas couldn't keep from pestering Brenda about her bite, making her snap her head at him to tell him to knock it off. Rosalinas insides ate at her, she was just as worried. But for Brendas sake, and slightly her own, she thought ignorance is bliss for the time being.

"Do you know where we're looking to find uhh Marcus?" Rosalina spoke through her teeth, to say she was tired is an understatement. Find Jorge and Ar- I mean Jorge and the group then sleep forever. she thought, battling to keep her eyes open under the burning sun.
"Yup. Don't worry, it should be through here." Brenda announced, leading the other two into a market strip of the street. Thomas cracked his knuckles and stretched his back when Brenda paused her steps, she observed where they were.
"This is Marcus' house." Brenda assured, turning to the duo. Rosalina looked at Thomas for his reaction.
"Are you sure this is the place?" he questioned, looking around the run down building. It must've been apart of a warehouse or apartment complex, but now it held a large area filled with antiques and curtains. They stood in the entrance area, a thick curtain behind a group of people sat at a table. An event was being held behind the curtain, whatever event is was, it wasn't too professional. Blaring music shook the curtain only a few feet ahead, Rosalinas ribcage shifted uncomfortably to the noise, she was used to loud noises by now. WCKD helicopters, inhuman squeals, but music?

"You here for the party?" One of the women sitting at the circular table stood up and sauntered over to the trio. Her hair was teased up and bleached, her movements were lazy but smooth. She eyed each of them, inspecting their clothes. Rosalina instinctively ran her hand through her hair, trying to fix her appearance.
"No, We're looking for Marcus." Thomas answered firmly. The woman moved beside him, placing her hand on his shoulder. "This is his place, isn't it?"

"Marcus doesn't live here anymore." A man from the same table stood up, eavesdropping on their conversation. His eyes held an unidentifiable emotion in them. His suit was fitted well but held many rips, the jewelry on his neck rusted. Although he had been sitting, sweat stuck his hair to his forehead.
"Do you know where we can find him?" Brenda pried, arms crossing in impatience.
"Sure, sure." The man coughed once, attempting to cover it up with a fake-high pitched laugh. Brendas eyebrows scrunched in confusion, Rosalina stepped closer to Thomas. "He's over in Zone B." the man sneered, then laughed wickedly. Rosalina shivered, Thomas gave her a look of confusion as Brenda stepped forward.
"Okay, what's this 'Zone B'." Brenda huffed, the annoyance kicking in. Marcus gave a dirty look, expecting amusement from her reaction... The Blonde woman stepped from the other side of Thomas, then stood next to Marcus.
"It's where they burn the bodies." The woman whispered, leaning forward and twirling her hair into coils.