They thirst

Chapter 11

Suddenly, the dungeon's metal door burst open and flies across the room. Both of duck our heads down, but Frank lays himself over me. The door hits the cement wall and rattles loudly as it hits the ground.

"We've come to save your asses. Get up." Mikey growls, casually holding a huge gun in his one hand hanging with another over his shoulder. I look back at Mikey and he offers us both a hand to get up.

"How did you find us?" Frank asks as Mikey pulls him up. Mikey rolls his eyes, smirking and glances back over his shoulder.

"No time for that now. We have got to get out of here." Mikey leads us out of the dungeon, into a dark hallway. I can hear a commotion going up on the level above and I nervously look back at Frank. He takes my hand and intertwine it with mine as we run up the stairs. At the bottom of the staircase, Frank stops pulling me down a step. "Are you okay?"

"Just let me catch my breath." Frank puts his hands on his knees, quick enough he gives us the thumbs up to go.

The stairs creek under us as we continue to run up the stairs. "Keep your eyes open. These dogs like giving us a jump scare." Mikey loads his gun with three new cases of rounds and fills the gun's chamber completely. The gun clacks as he closes the gun. He chucks the casing onto the floor and continues to jog. While jogging he stuffs the gun into one of his gun holsters under his jacket. Mikey looks up and down the halls, checking if it is clear.

"Clear." Mikey says and we start moving again. He quickly runs up to the top of the staircase, letting me and Frank wait half way up.

Frank stops and lets go of my hand. He puts both of his hands on the railing. He coughs unstoppably and tries take to deep breath. Mikey and I immediately spin around. "Are you okay?" I ask, putting his arms over my shoulder. Mikey does the same.

"I'm fine. Just a little unfit, I guess." He keeps on coughing and smiles in between. He tries walking on his own again but then just falls forward.

"Easy big guy." Mikey gently whispers as help him up the stairs, the stairs step for step. "Let us help you. You can show us you're tough when we get back." Frank just shakes his head.

We reach the top of the staircase. Frank's coughing just gets worse and deeper the further we move on. Looking back down the staircase, something catches my eyes. I look down on my white shirt, I see fresh blood stains. I tug on Mikey's jacket-collar, he stops and looks at me. I show him to look where I'm showing with my eyes.

His jacket is full of blood too, fresh blood.

Our eyes meet in fear and we both look down at Frank.

Frank is coughing up blood.

"We have to get back to the mansion and fast." I say and we try hurrying as fast as we could.

"Let me carry him." Mikey says and tries picking up Frank. He lifts Frank bridle style and carries him until we reach the ground floor. Mikey grunts as he puts Frank down again. I smirk and immediately support Frank again. Looking back, I could see the trail of blood following us. It worries me.

Suddenly a thing jumps in front of us. Mikey instinctively pulls his big gun out of his holster and fires it at the thing that moves. The bullet hits its head and the wolf immediately falls to the floor. I could feel the goosebumps and hair raising on my body. The wolf lays dead in front of us, there is no time to process what I've just witnessed, Frank's life is on the line. We step over the body and move along.

Frank gets heavier to carry the further we go. "Just a little bit more, almost there Frank," Mikey whispers in his ear. Frank didn't respond.

"Come on. Almost there." I softly whimper, trying not to cry. We open the main door and see the one black van from the mansion waiting for us. Everyone inside is cheering and encouraging us. I smile as I can smell the safety. Mikey and I try to run faster. "You're going to be okay. I love you." Mikey turns to smile at me and I smile back at him. The crowd's atmosphere changes and we see fingers pointing behind us.