I wake up on a grey couch the overhead lights burning my corneas and the woman from earlier standing over me. "Morning sunshine." she says casually as if we hadn't found a corpse recently. "Where am I?"
I mumble taking the bottled water she offered and slowly sitting up. The room I was in was small and sparse, other than the couch I was on there was a coffee table with a first aid kit and nothing else.
The walkway to my left looked like it lead to a small kitchen, the doors I assumed were either her bedroom or bathroom.
"My apartment. Needed to get you smelling salts. Any idea what this is about?"
She hands me a flyer for a tv show I did years ago "An old ad? Where'd it come from?"
"From the crypt." How is she so nonchalant about this!
"I called the police earlier but they thought it was a prank call. So since it's not our problem anymore, do you need a ride home?"
How can she say it's not our problem! To be fair all I want to do is get a Margarita and binge watch Bones with husky and forget this nightmare.
"A ride would be great. I live on the corner Wildwood and 14th."
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