earth

chapter 42

Jason pov

"So, Is this the address?" I ask, looking out the window...the house stands tall and imposing, casting a shadow over the surrounding area. The roof is slanted and covered in moss, giving the impression that the house has been abandoned for years. The front yard is overgrown with weeds and dead plants, and the porch is littered with cobwebs. The wooden door creaks open, revealing a dark and ominous interior. The windows are dirty and fogged up, making it difficult to see inside." I've seen enough horror movies to know we don't go inside" I spoke.

"This ain't no damn horror movie, This is real life- Now get your pussy ass out of the car" Delilah hisses, I roll my eyes, scrapping the guns on my back. stepping out of the car. 

Martin stands in front, his gun in hand. He looks around at us, making sure we are all present and accounted for. He takes a deep breath and asks, "Everyone ready?" I nod. Martin cocks his gun back, the sound echoing through the space. He tucks the gun into his suit, making sure it's secure. He adjusts his tie and straightens his jacket.

We approach the door, our hearts pounding with anticipation. Martin takes the lead, his gun at the ready. The door is old and worn, with peeling paint and a rusty doorknob. Martin kicks the door down with a loud thud, and we rush inside, expecting to face danger at every turn. But instead of guns pointed in our faces, we are met with a disturbing sight. The room is filled with drug addicts lying high on the floor, their eyes glazed over and their bodies limp. The stench of drugs and decay fills the air, making it difficult to breathe. The room is dimly lit, with flickering fluorescent lights casting an eerie glow over everything. The walls are covered in graffiti, and the floor is littered with needles and other drug paraphernalia. The addicts barely register our presence, lost in their own world of addiction.

"Oh okay..." Deliah looks around " Wasn't expecting that"

Martin lowers his gun and turns to face the group. He speaks in a calm and steady voice, "You should take this to be grateful for your lives." I tilt my head in confusion, what does he mean? Martin continues, "That you aren't like them, Logs. " He pauses for a moment, letting his words sink in. "Search for the key, now," he says, his tone firm and commanding...I nod and got to it...
Although getting close to one of them I feel lightheaded...

Deliah walks inside the same room as me...slowly coming closer to me "Jason, You okay? You haven't said anything dumb and it's scary- well scarier than being in this house" she adds a chuckle, now standing in front of me

" Are you admitting that everything I say is smart then?" I smirk, flicking her forehead, she rubs the same spot with a smile, a Little masochist. " Want to see something?"

"Yeah? What is it?"

"My cock" I smile, She made a face as if I'm disgusting which made me smile even more, I walk over to one of the druggies, and lay them on their backs, tears leave her body the same way the throw-up did...I watch as she chokes and continues choking on it.

"What's the point in that?" She ask

"No reason" I stare at the sight and my stomach, throws up

Martin storms inside the room, his voice booming, "Everyone! Some of these people are dead."

"Well no shit" I reply.

"The key- The key is maybe inside one of the corpses don't you think?"

"So what? You suggest we cut them all open and check?" My voice is laced with sarcasm

Martin looks at me, tensing his jaw before eyeing me down again. "Yes... Unless you want Riley to be disappointed in you,"

Deliah takes a step back, crossing her arms, and says, "I'm sorry, but I'm not doing that... that's way too disgusting."