T.D.D.U.P.

💀Chapter 2💀

      He dropped the gun in surprise, clinging to the knife she had driven into him.
      "Well?" she asked in a seductive tone, mere millimeters away from his ear. She dug the blade deeper. The stranger, in an attempt to reply, spat up blood on Zi's shirt and face. She jolted back in disgust, releasing the knife in his gut, desperate to get his blood off her.
      She fervently and frantically struggled to pull her top over her head and wipe the blood that splattered on her cheek. Flinging it towards his general direction with a hiss, she marched to her bathroom and quickly washed her face, tempted to use her concentrated bottle of bleach on her skin. She looked back into her room to scowl at him, growing ever the sourer now realizing he would now be bleeding unto her clean white sheets and carpet.
      Fortunately for her, he had disappeared. Completely gone, poof! Not even a drop of blood, nor her knife anywhere...
      'Great now I need to make a new presentation for iron works next week!' She groaned internally, rolling her eyes to the back of her head, "Asshole..." She said staring at her poor window and its pieces scattered just below it. "And it's...raining?" the pitter of rain drops could finally be heard over Zi's blood curdling anger. 'No wonder the thing was wet.' she thought as she recoiled at the thought of that gross misconduct messing around on her bed.               She walked to her window pane. "I am burning my bed," she said to herself.
      She noticed a pair of soaked wet clothes, lying suspiciously near her feet, eyeing it warily at the thought of just touching it. A midnight blue suit jacket and a beautiful pearl white shirt. Both looking very expensive and rare.
      After much deliberation and gaging, she picked them up, doused them in the brandy she used for baking in her catering class and lit it ablaze in her giant cooking pot then set it outside to burn overnight.
      "Sigh, I am so glad that is over with," she said with a genuine smile, "Hopefully he'll feed a pack of stray dogs on the street with his decaying corpse and I'll never see him again." She said beaming, as she swept away the broken glass in her room.
As Zi was sweeping, she felt her foot bump into something on the floor. Looking down to see what had defiled her leg, a deep blue leather wallet sat on the floor of the room. Zi used her nails to pick it up by its edge, finding several different card with a wad of cash inside the wallet.
      "What in the..." she held the wallet in her hands, setting her broom aside. She pulled on some cards hidden away in a secret pocket. She found about six different ID's all with his face plastered on them, each one with a different name. Silem Mavis, Philip Seymour, Harrison Linok, Morris Myunich, Nelson Owkmire, Flint Spienwood- who in the world was this guy?
      She couldn't be bothered, however, she decided to keep the wallet. She pulled out the wad of cash, packed it neatly in a bag and tagged it with the address of a local animal shelter nearby. She put the wallet in her computer bag, got new sheets and slept on the couch in her living room.... after calling a mattress store to exchange her bed for a new one with interest. She meant what she said, she just didn't own enough space to burn a whole bed on such short notice, besides it's bad for the environment.
      She slept off hoping to find some relief to cure her utterly depressing annoyance for the creature that crawled through her window. 'Another reason to *HATE* people...' was her final thought before she finally fell asleep.
      Zi woke up the next morning bright and early. Usually on her fine mornings alone she would smile warmly at the sun and breath in the fresh air blowing in through her window early in the morning, just before the crack of dawn. In fact, she'd always be ready for school and on campus between seven thirty and eight. But today she was grouchy, moody, hostile and late as it would seem. Luckily for her, she didn't have lectures, but the chance to meet Marty, the cashier at the local supermarket, before opening, had been missed. Now she couldn't shop in her lonesome.
      "ifrigininghatemylifeandiwishiwoulddieohmyGOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD!" she screamed into her throw pillow. Deep dark circles around her eyes, she reluctantly got out of bed and called Marty, begging her to please help her get her groceries before she got there.
      Zi got home completely exhausted, drained to say the least. She walked into her apartment arms covered in tote bags. She was covered in hives and looked like she had just escaped the war front. She required a skin pealing shower and that was what she had.
      After Zi had scrubbed herself clean of the scum on the street. She glided out of her room looking and feeling totally refreshed... till she stepped into her living room to see Mr. Stranger in the t-shirt she threw at him yesterday and shorts, cooking in her kitchen!