Partners in Crime (Remastered)

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Feb 11th

Starting where we left off, Zack started puking his guts out off to the side. All I could do was stand there, in shock.
I mean, you have to consider the fact that I haven't seen my little sister in years and the first full sentence I hear is "Kill me, please."

Zack wasn't too happy either, obviously, but his was a different reason. Like I said before, he really only goes after the scared ones, the happy ones, the strangers that get too emotional. So naturally..his first reaction was to call her a psycho.

Though, after a bit of persuasion - I finally got to put my silver tongue to use - he managed to make a deal with her. That is, after she opened the elevator door.
I went with her to get the remote, I didn't trust that creep, even as a corpse.

And I swear, to this day, that he moved. His ass moved. But of course, like the devious little fucker he was, he refused to move when I checked again.
We got back, and I begrudgingly let them make a pact, or promise as they both put it. She helped him get out, he'd kill her. And that was that.

Still called him sir though, that was weird for a while.

We took the elevator up to the next floor, Eddie's. I assumed he'd be the easiest, considering he was the youngest I knew there besides Ray, and I'd known he had a crush on her before I knew who it was. That much had been obvious from the start.

If that was the case, he had to go easy on her, right?
But god, did it stink. Fresh body must've been buried, at least from the looks and smell of it. But of course, there's always the one idiot who gets his foot stuck in a grave.

Guess who

It was griping from there, at least from him. Partially about the smell, partially about all the reading and puzzles. That was the one thing you never really get used to about Zack. He's a dumbass that tries brute strength for everything. So at the moment, we were the brains, the brawn, and the common sense.

No sign of Eddie though, even after Ray had disappeared through the crack in the wall, and Zack had demolished all the graves in the area, with a bit of help from me I'll admit.
Though there was one she asked us not to touch. Hers.
The little bastard had made a headstone for all of us. An elaborately carved, tall and proud one for Ray, a small, simply carved but nicely placed one for me, and a rock for Zack. That's it, just a rock. Personally, I found it amusing, how little effort there was put into it, and how well it matched Zack at the time.

She came back eventually, carrying three pieces of paper. Three profiles. No confused look at the matching last names, though. Then again, she hadn't shown much emotion since we came up to Danny's. I still wonder what he said to make her act like that.

I tuned her out when she started reading. Nothing I hadn't heard before. I started investigating, searching around the room for anything remotely useful in the rubble.

My search was interrupted by a hunk of stone flying into the back of my head.