Gravity Asylum

Chapter -6: Death Via Motel

It didn't even take ten minutes later before I found myself inside Dusty's motel. As soon as I walked through the entrance door my head snapped from left to right making sure I wasn't going to be molested by a pack of fat ass mice. I'm glad at the fact that nothing did jump out at me. But before I went any further I checked behind me, surveying if that crack head outside decided to trail me. No one was behind me. Hallelujah! I walked forward across the stone floors viewing the space I was in. There were two minister chairs placed beside a black coffee table with a small bowl of mints in it. The faint scent of peppermint caught my attention. I picked up a mint from out of the bowl and popped it into my mouth as I kept looking around. The room is square and the area of it is exactly one hundred and thirty-five square meteors. I know the exact size of it because I'm smart like that. Further more what is the point of having a room like this? I'm the Only person in this room. I noticed a door on the far end of the room so I walked over to it. I reached my hand out to twist the door knob but stopped when I looked at it. The knob was soo rusty. Soo old. It looked like a sasquatch had defecated on the material. For a moment I thought to myself that there was no way I was touching that. I had to rest my racing thoughts. I needed to be honest with myself. My clothes are covered in blood and dirt. And I'm trying to sleep inside motel of the dead. If I can bare through with those issues, I can certainly open a door with a extremely shitty looking knob. I opened the door, proceeded to go through it while wiping my hand across my pants leg to remove any feces that may have clinged to me from making contact with that door knob.

At last I was now standing in a big bright room with a few people walking around in it. Finally some people I thought to myself. Now I know I didn't walk into a baron warehouse. Soft classical music was being played from some speakers somewhere. I personally didn't like the music. Makes me feel thirty years older. They should have techno rock music instead. And I couldn't quite make out where the sound was coming from. This is the main hall for sure. But it didn't look as bad as I speculated it would be. I was expecting the colors green, brown and extra brown. Even though to my credit the room I just left was pretty damn close to my prediction. This hall had yellow walls with words on them that read: check out our super friendly service. With a smiley emoticon behind it. I shrugged. In the distance there was a man in a unbuttoned vest behind a check in/check out counter so I made my way over to him at once. When I did so I could see the man was just a teenager with braces and extremely oily brown hair. The amount of oil that leaves you wondering if this guy lived in the Ghawar field. Oh and this person also had very very bad acne. This was mean even for me to think but I couldn't help but to think to myself that it appeared to me that the shitting Sasquatch had stroke again. "What's up dude?" the teen boy spoke to me. Before I could answer him I felt pain returning into my body. Those cheap pain killers must be wearing off. I shook my head and showed him the card that Trent gave me. He looked at it and nodded. "By your clothes I can see you're having a very bad day. Don't worry though. I understand bro. I assure you, here in..uh." He paused to look at his wrist which had some words written on it. "Dusty's motel we will treat you like a modern-day king only without the luxury, women, free nights or money. But we will give you a cape and cardboard crown free. Well not we the company but me and my friend chuck who knows a girl who can make that type of stuff." He babbled on but while he was telling me this the pain from the beating I took a while back began to feel more and more sharp. So the ramblings of a mad man would continued on about how when he makes enough money he was going to quit and start a video game journalist food career. I don't even know what that is. The teen boy talked about how he sees injured hobos come in here all the time so he is used to seeing people like me walk in which was both insulting and telling on multiple levels but then he went and talked about his dog jimmy. Although he couldn't remember if his dog was really named jimmy or jicky because he had reason to believe that jimmy was his fourth grade teacher that always warn a dog tag that said jicky on it. And on and on and on and on and on and on this boy talked. I could swear he talked steadily for five years. So while he's over here mouthing off about how one time he had to jerk off his friend's uncle's neighbor's son's brother for some gas money I'm over here slowly dying from external injuries. Hell at this point I might die of boredom first. If that is the case then is he murdering me right now? I truly asked myself. I wanted to be polite to the guy and ask him about my room in the motel but I knew if I opened my mouth nothing polite would come from it. I resorted to using body movements to explain my condition. Even though my clothes does it for me. I turned my body away from him and started tapping my foot on the floor while waving the orange card in my hand quickly as I placed my other hand on my forehead. Doing all this made me look along the lines of stupid however it did get him to shut up. He asked if I needed a room. I agreed and he handed me some keys. I thanked him then took a few steps before I stopped moving. I asked the teen what did he think about the music playing in here. He told me he personally didn't like it. It made him feel thirty years older and he would like to see the company play some techno rock music one day. I limped away baring a small and brief smile. Friendly service indeed.

After maybe five or ten minutes of searching for my room I finally came across it. I can't wait to lie down in a bed. I haven't slept in a decent looking one for years now. And I'm sure they'll have an emergency first aid kit waiting for me already inside like most motels do. I already know a first aid is only a temporary solution but fuck; let me get some sleep first before I go visit a hospital. I'll live. Once I opened the door using the keys ol'freckle face gave me, I went inside my room only to find someone sitting on the left side of my apricot colored bed combing their long black hair. The person spoke while not facing me. "Puedo ayudarte servicio de habitaciones señor?" Said the person. I didn't understand what the person said to me nor could I see the persons face but I knew that the person was obviously a female by her feminine voice. Judging by the way she talked I would say she was speaking Spanish. "Puedo ayudarte servicio de habitaciones señor?" The individual said again while turning towards me a this time.The stranger was a beautiful young hispanic girl wearing plenty of makeup. We locked eyes for a split second before she shot me a look of confusion. I shot her the same look right back. "Can I help you sir?!" she said sounding unsure. I responding to her with "Yeah you can, you can start by explaining what you're doing in my room." "Your room?! Oh my god; another roommate." she said dreadfully. I walked inside the room and shut the door behind me. She's my roommate. Well I did have a roommate card so I would say that's a duh. I limped over to the bed and fell on top of it. The girl hopped off the side of the bed. "Ew gross, hey don't ya know I have to sleep on that too?" After she said that she groaned. I was so tired I lost the ability to move and my voice became even more faint and limited. The bed was so nice and warm and even smelled like expensive perfume;which was welcoming and nice too. "Boy don't you have any manners? And you look like you came out of a horror film." She noted. If only she knew how right she was. I just got done interacting with oI'freckle face. She placed her hands on her seductive looking hips. She told me that I was here forth roommate of the day and t happened to the other three. She said some more stuff but I was so tired I stopped processing what she was saying. I didn't compute. In just a moment I was fast asleep, not paying this girl any mind at all. And it looks like I've survived for today. But I have to stay focused on starting my mission. And that mission doesn't start untill I find the one who destroyed America and killed everyone who lived in it. The corruption named Mars Bereniz.

 

 

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