He turned the corner sharply and as he walked down the narrow hall, my jaw dropped and I'm pretty sure a little drool slipped out. He looked like a model, those exotic ones that you just want to get your hands on in the magazine thinking, lord that must've took a lot of photoshopping. Bit he was real. 100% real, unless I was dreaming. I hid behind a large wooden box that was standing upright in the corner. It was dimly lit, so the only way he would be able to see me is if he came and stood in my face. Which I wouldn't mind.
He put his hand in his pockets, strolling and whistling. Okay, this was obviously not a guard... Wait! I've seen his face before. Somewheres. Couldn't put my finger on it though.. Ill have to check on that later.
I waited until he was out of sight, hopefully out of mind. Then I made my move. I snuck through the winding hallways and staircases, following the sharp turns and smell of rotting flesh.
Pretty damn nasty. I walked for seemed like forever, until I came to a wide double deck set of doors made out of maple with a symbol carved into it... I snapped a quick pic for lab tests later on. I looked through the tiny windows in the door. One guy. Easy enough. I slid through the door, barely opening the door. I crept behind te guy, he was dressed in what was basically rags and a gun on his side, and pinched the nerve in his neck. He went down quickly and quietly. Now on to the room where the body's kept.
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Hellllooooo my little readers/ home slices. I haven't written in about a month or two and I sincerely apologize. Sports have been crazy with my team being in the playoffs. So I stayed up til 11 writing this, and guess what? I have a game against one of the best teams in state. And school... Ugh. See how much I love you guys? Tht ish was hard. And I had homework. Alright enough conplaining. But good gracious! Your ass is bodacious ma'am. Keep up the hard work.
Loveeeeee❤,
Me, Mia Anne

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