The enemy

< Chapter 13 >

The warehouse looked to be really old. With smashed windows, litter everywhere, it looks like it hasn't been used in over a few decades.

Is this another trap or is my father actually in there?

Staring at the big building infront of me once more, it was awfully silent. The only noise being heard are the crows above.

Kingston turned the car off and opened his door, "wait there." He suddenly spoke whilst leaving me alone.

I was trying to decide wether this was a bad idea or not. Kingston just up and left me in his car alone before entering the old, burnt out warehouse.

Is my dad really here? Is this a set up? Why did he just leave me here?

Many questions were going through my mind as I didn't know if it was the best idea to go in that place, but if by any chance my dad is in there, he's going to need my help and I need to get to him.

Glancing down at the phone placed on my lap, I was debating if I should call Maverick, but thinking about it, it would probably make everything worse.

He doesn't even know I'm in a whole different state.

My body immediately jumped as I heard a loud gunshot coming from the building infront of me.

What the fuck?

Realising I couldn't just stay here, helpless. I began scrambling around for any weapon I could find.

My eyes locked onto the glove compartment at the front of the car.

There has to be some sort of weapon in there. Kingston is smart enough to not leave his house without extra protection.

I'm not going to enter that building defenceless. Look where it got me last time.

Opening the glove compartment, there was gun placed right there. Thank god.

I instantly picked it up, loaded it and exited the car.

Taking a deep breath, I began to focus on the mission and what I needed to do. My father. I need to get my father out of here.

Kingston still hasn't returned, leading me to think something has happened in the old, wrecked building that I was about to enter.

Walking slowly and quietly into the old, abandoned warehouse, the smell absolutely horrified me. The mixed smell of blood, human piss, human shit, damp and dead bodies, burnt my fucking nose inside out.

That smell alone could kill me off.

As I dealt with it, I continued to walk down the small, thin corridor, my shoes walking through whatever the fuck was on the floor.

Droplets of water were heard bouncing off the puddles on the floor.

This place could be fucking haunted for all I know.

I'm starting to think that this is a set up because who in their right mind would even think about stepping foot in this place.

However, Kingston is in here somewhere. I need to find him. What was that gunshot? Who else is in here? If there is anyone else in here.

Curiosity took over my body as I dragged myself deeper into the dark, cold, abandoned building.

My mind was telling me to turn back around, get out of this place and never fucking come back. But the other part of me was telling me to explore further, see what else is down here.

My father could be in here somewhere, although I doubt he is. I didn't want to call out his name unless someone else is here and I'm not alone.

Trying to be as silent as possible, I continued my journey down the corridor, my gun ready if any fucker tries me.