To Find A Shelter

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Della's POV:
Day 3

My mind is soaring with so many thoughts at the moment, I walk away from both Izzy and Cameron with a heavy sadness that won't leave me. If another person dies I don't know if I will be able to handle it. I approach Wesley as he is leaning on the dresser set up against the doorframe.

"Wesl-" I start to say before I'm cut off by him speaking.

"Della, what are you doing? Go find your place to sleep for the night." I lift up my finger signalling him to be quiet for a moment.

"Wesley, there is something important I've gotta tell you- y'know before I go wandering off around this stupid old cabin." I say, trying not get angry because he wouldn't let me speak.

My brother sighs, waving his hand and telling me to continue. I take a deep breath.

"Wesley... M-Michal is... gone," I stutter because it still hurts. Wesley looks at me- his face stone. He quickly nods and turns away from me, grieving.

Without another word I turn around and look at the living room we are in. It is dirty and the floor boards are all broken and crumbly. The walls are broken and there are holes in them. Some are as big as fist and some as big as my head. I look at it, disgusted before I spot Camerom and Izzy talking to Nolan in the corner of the room. Izzy seems a bit aggravated and I'm about to go up to them, but I'm called over by someone else.

"Della!" Maggie calls out, walking up to me.
"Is it true?" She asks randomly.

"What do you mean?" I ask her confused. She sighs, her voice drops to a whisper.

"That he's dead..." She is talking about Michal,  "I heard you talking to Wesley and might've eavsdropped a bit." I can't lie. I nod my head gravely.

I sigh, realizing that the entire time we have been talking I have been looking at my shoes. So, I look up to see her expression.

She looks at me and with tears but rushes to wipe them away. Then she is gone as quick as she came. I turn back around and find Izzy walking away from both Cameron and Nolan. Cameron seems annoyed while Nolan seems confused but Izzy still has a aggravated look on her face. I decide not to speak to her and go look for a place to sleep.

As I trudge through walking over bags set on the floor by us and floor boards that have jutted out I find a room with wood panels covering the window and no one is in here. It looks like a office of some sort with a broken computer and a table with heaps of paper. I lay my bags down in the corner and find my sleeping bag. I quickly move the table aside to lay down my things. I set up my pillow on the head place and get my blanket and put it on my sleeping bag.

After a second of setting my things, I sit up then I feel the hit of my dry throat and look at my bag and find that my water bottle is empty. I stand up and walk out of the room and the first person I see is Nolan.

"Nolan, where are the waters?" I ask Nolan, while yawning. Why am I tired? Its like 2:30..ugh.

He points in the direction of the kitchen. So I start to head there. When I walk in Justin is sitting on a chair around the table.

"Hi." I say ignoring him and looking through our supplies to find the water.

"Can you toss me a water bottle?" He says and as soon as I pick one up I toss it over and he catches it and opens it up to drink it. As I find myself one, I open it up and start to chug it down. Very refreshing.

I look back at him then at his wrapped up ankle. "How is your ankle?" I ask.

"Well, it hurts, but not as bad as when I fell." He says and I nod and walk out, not caring to finish the conversation.

As I am passing the rooms I find Izzy in one alone, I decide to walk in.

"Hey Izzy!" I smile and sit down on a chair. She snaps up her eyes and stops reading a book, quickly shoving it to the side.

"What?" She asks aggravated, I shrug- glancing at the book she practically threw across the room.

"I don't know... What'ya readin'?" I ask, trying to get her to talk to me. She sits there mouth opened slightly.

"I uh... It's-" I realize she doesn't want to tell me, so I shake my head.

"Nevermind" I smile at her and quickly walk out of the room. Next thing I know I hear a crash from the living room. I walk in and find Cameron and Wesley trying to pick up a huge dresser. Then next thing I know I see a door in the place of where the dresser was. Neither one of them has noticed it yet.

I walk up to the small door and look at the handle. Then I'm reaching out for the knob and as I grab it I start to turn it. I don't know why but I open the door a bit and peak in. I smell a horrendous stench and almost gag. It smells like death. Wesley and Cameron are still having trouble with the dresser so I decide to go in. I take out my phone and turn on my flash light, surprised by the fact that it's still alive. It is dark in here but the flash brightens everything. I look down and see a flight of stairs leading to a basement.

As I creep down the steps they creak and make a loud sound. When I reach the bottom I look up and to my horror I find a sight that might scar me life. There is a chair and dried blood splattered all over it. And so many weapons, bat with spikes, ax, and knives are littered on the walls. One place has a noose hanging from the ceiling. There are markings all over the wall. I let out yelp and as I step backwards I fall and land on the ground. Then I stand up and turn around to find Wesley and Cameron stannding there looking at all the things. Wesley looks at me, "Della! Why did you come down here? Who knows what could've been waiting for you at the bottom of the steps." He shouts angrily. He points up stairs and I nod my head understandingly and trudge back up scared for my life.

Cameron's POV:

When Wesley and I reach the bottom of the steps we find Della starting to stand up from falling down after tripping. I look around the find a torture room, no one is in the spots where they are supposed to be held. A good sign.

Wesley starts going off on Della a bit as I walk around to look at everything. As soon as Della leaves Wesley comes forward and looks around. I guess he knows that even if he told me to go, I wouldn't. Some markings I find are the same words on the living room walls, maybe even a "Help Me!" or a warning.

There are also tally marks on the walls. After a while of searching we head back up and find everyone look at us anxiously. Wesley tells them that we are going to cover the door and we aren't going back down there. Nolan comes forward to help me and Welsey lift up the dresser again.

Della's POV:

I am in my sleeping bag laying there looking at the roof with a sour feeling and a painful one too.

What I saw is never going to leave my mind and is gonna stick with me for a while. Torture is a thing you don't mess with. The thing is, some of that blood hadn't dried yet. So, that means someone was here maybe only hours before us.

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Hello Della here. It feels like FOREVER since I've wrote anything. Oh my..Anyway I hope you all liked this chapter. I bet you know what I'm gonna say next like always...please vote and comment if you liked it. Thx for everything!

~BaconOctopi~