Sudden Bloodshed

Chapter seven

It took a while but we finally all agreed that we'd spit up to search for a house to claim as ours.
We wouldn't travel too far away from each other but just in case someone got lost, they just had to scream: " MARCO!"
And wait for a: "POLO!"

I honestly thought that splitting up was a stupid idea but I decided not to argue. I was relived when I got to pair up with Zayjay instead of her sister. I got along with her more than D'Anna and Zayjay isn't as rude.

We split up and me and Zayjay wondered off towards a large neighborhood next to a park. It was a neighborhood that I almost lived in, but my parents didn't want to live near or in the city. I loved coming here and playing with some of the kids. They were real nice and polite. Unlike some of the kids I live with. Ugh. My house has been egged too many times to count but the fact that my dad mocks and taunts the kids would explain a lot.

Me and Zayjay walked for a while through the broken neighborhood, which surprisingly wasn't as destroyed as the city. The houses just seemed burned and black as if a fire had passed by. Some windows were shattered and some doors were broken, but that was about it.

By the time we found a house that seemed in better shape than the rest, the sun was right above the horizon. Evening.

"Hey, Zayjay, you got a watch or something?"
It nearly killed me to not know what time it was. I, for some reason, always have to know what time it is. Especially when it's late at night and I wake up. I have to know what time it is. I knew that it was evening, but when during evening.
I guessed that it was about 4 o'clock.

Zayjay glanced at her wrist. A large black watch was buckled around. "Yeah. Why? You need it?"

"No, just the time."

"It's 5:37"

"Thanks."

I wasn't even close.

"We should go inside the house and see if we still like it." I suggested.

Zayjay nodded and we entered the house.

It was absolutely disgusting. And when I say disgusting, I mean like Dis. Gust. Ing.
Not even the smell could be identified by me, but if I had to guess...yeah nope. I'm not gonna force my brain and nose into that nightmare.

Besides the smell, it was defiantly not a lovely sight. There was garbage everywhere along with dirty furniture and even blood-stained glass. There could also be plants and odd looking flowers scattered about the living room and kitchen. The bedrooms were covered in the most trash and the most blood. The worst of it all was the bathroom. There was so much blood. Smeared on the walls, floor, counters, and shower. There was even a bloody hand in the bathtub! In which case, yes, I may have puked to the sight of that, but that's not important! The most eerie part about the bathroom was the mirror.

Now I'm not a mirror person at all. I hate them. They are scary, mostly at night and in horror movies.

This mirror had a message on it. Which was written in blood.

It read: "Watch your back, before it gets stabbed."

I looked at Zayjay.

She stared at the mirror for a second before glancing down at her knife.

Then me.

She gazed at me for what seemed like forever.
Then at the mirror.

"Weird." She mumbled.
She gave me one last stare before walking out the door.

I don't know what all that was about but I hesitated before following her out the house.

I tightened my grip on my knife.