Prophecies Heroes(scrapped)

Untitled Part 33

Nothing was moving anymore in the entrance hall, the dead celebrities lying by tens on the round dried from their blood and looking momified, even this poor Arth wasn't spared. Everyone who survived, stayed in their room, Marcov always on his cushion speaking with his sister and their tiger sleeping head on his front legs crossed at the left of Sarah's sofa. In the kitchen the service woke up a long time ago, fixing and getting rid of the debris in the restaurant, the chef was holding between his left arm and his flank the first half of the broken table and the other half under his right arm, He looked at the kitchen door then far at his left in the depth of the restaurant, the waiters sitting and even the one who passed out out of fear, Max was lying on the table head on his forearms crossed looking at the windows at his right, the 2 other around the waitress trying to reconfort her through words and videos to make her forget as she is always crying a bit. The chief looked right at the entrance hall seeing always bodies, he walked toward the door and looked attentively at them all scattered around.

Chief: They are bone dried?!

He looked left at the entrance, at the left of it being the cleaner truck, while moving his head he noticed something at the bottom of his eyes, looked down at the ground, seeing the murdered bodies of 2 cleaners, he saw the hall cleaned of every single drop of blood, ran at his left toward the entrance and reached the door, he looked right

Chief: The ambulance is gone?

He looked left and at his horror, the back truck was forced open leaving a circular shape entrance in the middle of it, at the left of the truck down at the ground back leaning on the truck door opened, a cleaner without a combination, dried to the bone, his skin grey and wrinkles all over formed his face, he threw the broken table parts forth, turned left and ran toward the cleaner on the left, he crouched next to its body and put his left hand on his throat to feel no pulse, he shook his head, stood up, looked at his right inside the truck seeing the other one, sitting belt on and 4 holes on the left side of his throat, the door on his side having the window broken, he turned around to look up seeing broken electronic, he looked down seeing a head and the broken camera lying.

Chef: . . . . .

He slapped his face with his left hand and walked toward the camera.

Chef: It could have seen the culprit.

He stopped in middle of the entrance frame and looked right at the camera above the reception seeing the other cam. He looked in front of him, took the camera from the ground with his right hand and turned around to enter back in the hotel, he walked toward the counter and put the camera on the counter, leaned on the counter to look at the computer screen broken. A vein popping out on his forehead, he put his left hand index on thumb on his eyes.

Chef: CAN'T THEY FIGHT WITHOUT BREAKING ANYTHING!

He looked left up at the third floor.

Chef: I would have thrown you out if it wasn't your former father status!

He turned right and walked back at the restaurant put his right hand on his right pocket take out his phone, raised his left hand, slid up with his left index, raised it and clicked on the third app on his main screen to go in his contact, click on the middle button at the top to be in the recently called, Sarah's number being the first one, he clicked with his left index on the green phone button at the right to call her.

Chef: Maybe old but not outdated.

He looked left at the ground seeing a table upside down.

Chef: . . . . I am too old for that.

The phone rang 3 times, Sarah took the phone on her right lap and looked at the screen.

Sarah: Wait a second, work is calling.