Staying Under The Radar

19| Son of a bacon

19| Son of a bacon
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I took one last look at Alex and squeezed his hand. I stood up taking a look at my surroundings. The room was bare, so no help there.

I made my way over to door. When I was a couple feet away, it crashed open bouncing of the wall. Gabe was on the floor while a heavy build man fisted his face. Before I even made it over to them, Gabe dodged left then right, over and over again successfully missing his heavy hand. He delayed his response before swiftly shifting his upper body to the side. Causing the man to punch the ground. He shirked in pain at his now broken hand. Wasting no time, Gabe's punched his nose, causing him to throttle backwards in an attempt to caress the damage inflicted. Gabe aimed again, this time punching his throat, leaving him breathless and pushed him off him.

When Gabe stood up, he turned towards me breathing heavily. "I appreciate the help!"

I just stood there gawking past him. The man on the floor began to shiver and shake. Choking and clutching his throat, he turned a disturbing shade of dark red, then transitioning into purplish blue stone. He came to a complete stop. His head fell to the side facing me. His empty eyes stared right back. His face had lost its structure taking a new one - death.

Clearing my throat I looked back up to Gabe. He wasn't there when I looked up, he was now standing over Alex's body.

"Wh-" I cleared my throat again. "Where's the other one? You said there was two."

Gabe shrugged his shoulders and crouched down. "Sleeping, I think." Without even waiting for my response he continued. "Don't just stand there."

I made my way over, grabbing one of Alex's arms. "I thought you said with or without me?" He counted to three and we heaved Alex up. Gabe put more of Alex's weight on him while I assisted from the other side.

"Yes, and so what? You're doing it with me now." With that we made our way out the door. I just thought about how far we'd have to walk with an unconscious, slightly heavy, male specimen.

"Not to burst our little bubble, but how are we going to get out?" We had been walking a few minutes, at a surprisingly slow rate, back the way we came.

"Do you hear that?" Gabe retorted.

"If this is one of your clever remarks, save it." I huffed out.

"No listen." He paused and I listened. There was a faint pitter patter like, "rain." He sighed happily.

I looked over at him skeptically.

"And..." Not sure what he was getting at.

"And...if we can hear the rain, we must be close to the outside. There must be an exist near by."

Allowing the unpredictable British weather to guide us out, we stumbled (literally) to a thin, metal - container like door.

I pressed my ear to the door. Sure enough, the intricate pitter patter of the rain tapped against the earth. How good it would feel to see and breathe in the outside again.

"Amber, grab the keys will you." Gabe shifted Alex on his shoulder so that I could get the keys from his pockets.

I pinched them from his back pockets. The key hole in the door was one of those deadbolt locks. After trying various keys, the current key turned in the lock, opening.