7 - Rules

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I wake up and feel around. Of course he's gone. I'm so flipping pathetic.

I stand up and jump out of the truck bed. I grab my bow and quiver before looking around.

I groan when I find us at some small hotel thing. Gosh can't anyone fucking wake me up. It's not like I'd cut off your fucking head. Well maybe. But that isn't the point.

I grumble again and begin to walk up, my bow and an arrow in my hands

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I grumble again and begin to walk up, my bow and an arrow in my hands. I open the door with my foot and walk in.

"What the fuck is this? Some fucking backyard shit? The fuck, this shit smaller than my grandmas fucking porch-"

"Jesus,"

I spin my body and bow around only to be met with Addy.

"Hi there." She smiles uneasily.

"Hi." I mumble after a moment of silence.

"Come on, I'll show you a room, Miss Daisy Doom." She grins, making me crack my own smile at the inside joke.

Her face lights up at the sight of my smile and she takes my hand- which i slither out of her grip- and she leads me up the stairs and down the hall.

Her face lights up at the sight of my smile and she takes my hand- which i slither out of her grip- and she leads me up the stairs and down the hall

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The hall has six rooms and there are only two stories of this hotel, and the first story just has the café and the front desk.

She leads me down the hall, to the very last two rooms- which are across from each other. She points to the one on our left which has the number 5 embedded in the door.

"That's 10k's room." She explains, then points to the one beside his with the number 3 written on it, "that's Cassandra's," she points to the one across from Cassandra's- that had the number 4 on it, "that's Doc's and Murphy's," she then proceeds to point to the one with the number 1, "that's Warren's,"  she says then points to the number 2- which is across from Warren's, "and that's mine!"

"So where's mine?"

"Yours is across from 10k's," she smiles, like we are all buddy-buddy just because I smiled at her. "Number 6."

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