Nowhere To Go || Bad Omens

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Nick took on most of the burial. He felt it was fair since she had to endure being in there with her.

Melanie watched blankly as he did it. I think the shock of it really brought her back to reality with everything here; he could have easily made the decision to take her out of the equation and he didn't. Hell, they argued the entire way down here. With this being a game of life or death, he could have just tossed his morals aside and made the game easier for everyone. Speaking of morals, she hated the way that she was entranced watching his muscles flex under his suit, sweat making his hair drenched. This is not the time to be thinking like this. 

He stabbed the shovel into the pile of dirt, breathing heavily. "Can you please finish this? I've done most of it, but the dehydration is catching up," he said honestly.

"Of course." She sprung up without a second thought. He was right, the grave was almost to the top, Katie's casketless body somewhere under pounds of dirt. He laid on the ground to reacclimate as she worked on the task at hand.

"I hope they let us back in," he finally says.

"What do you mean?" Melanie asked with concern laced in her voice.

"I didn't shut that door, but when I looked at it, there was no handle," he finally said. The nausea hit her again, thinking about how hot it is outside and how she has no idea how far this land goes. She focused on the dirt, just wanting this to be over. "I think you're doing better than me at this," Nick broke the silence again.

"Well, I do a lot of Crossfit," Melanie offered honestly.

"Oh, so you're in a cult?" he joked, Melanie finally seeing him smile and laugh for the first time. She ignored how it made her heart feel.

"Oh, shut up," she mocked back, laughing, too. "As though motorcycle gangs aren't cults."

"You know..." he started, but trailed off. "So what else do you do?" 

"Well, I'm a lawyer--"

"Fuck," he responded quickly, as most men do. You hear lawyer and you think of a man in a suit, but here she is, pretty attractive, sociable, and conscious of her body and that makes her too feminine for people to grasp that. "That explains your clothes," he said, referring to what she was abducted in.

"Yeah, it was my favorite suit," she said honestly. "I work in copyright law, so I work with a lot of musicians." 

"That's not the worst one. Imagine being a divorce attorney or something," he offered, clearly warming up to her. 

"That's true," she concurred. "What about you?"

"Funnily enough, I'm actually a touring drummer," he answered, earning an amused look from her. "Yeah, I had just gotten off of a tour when this happened. I just hop in with whoever needs me for a little while and then bounce, but I would love to be permanently in one music project." 

"Well, at least you're adaptable enough to learn different people's catalogues," Melanie resounded, dumping the last scoop of dirt onto the grave, the emotions climbing up to her throat again. "Well, now what?" 

"Task complete," the voice called. Melanie moved closer to Nick; observing the area, the sun emulates that it's noon, but when you look into the sun, you can see waves as though there's some type of force field protecting the area. "If you walk down, there is a stream to wash yourselves off. Do it quickly and get back to the bunks." 

They shared a look before scanning the area again, finding the stream that the voice spoke of. They walked quickly to it, but then paused. "Do we trust it?" Nick asked out loud. Actually, now that he's said it out loud, this could absolutely be a trap. Melanie observed it, not seeing any weird film or anything on the surface, so it should be okay. She crouched down and went to test her finger in the water. "Melanie what are you--"