Posted at 10:49 pm on Feb 13, 2016 by:
Deadblood (Undisputed Mortal Wrestling Champion)
This place is gonna be rotten. We've got to clean it up, brother.
"They must not use this tunnel often," Sheri said as they cautiously moved down it. Between the multiple cobwebs and several burned out lights, Deadblood agreed.
"Maybe it's meant to be some kind of escape tunnel," DB said, hoping they wouldn't end up having to turn back due to the other end of the tunnel being locked off.
"Maybe he's too fucking fat to make it through here anymore to get to his soda," she said, wrinkling her nose at the stench that seemed to get stronger the further they went.
After a while, they reached a plain wooden door. Even if it was locked, DB was pretty sure Sheri would be able to rip it right off its hinges. It wasn't locked though and the smell of rot that flooded out of the darkness behind the door made him wish it'd been bricked off entirely.
"Oh god, I think I'm going to puke," he said, leaning against the wall, trying not to faint from the stench.
"Don't do it in your mask," she said, pinching her own nose shut. "I'm not paid enough to wash vomit out of your clothes."
"Seriously, what the fuck?" DB said, reaching into his mask through the neck to pinch his own nose. "Is he hiding more dead hookers in here?"
"How the fuck would I know?" Sheri said, feeling along the wall of the dark room for a light switch, afraid to think too much about she might be touching on the wall. "Too bad we didn't bring one of those fancy motorcycle helmets in here with us. Light wouldn't be a problem then."
She soon found a switch however and flicked it. A single, bare bulb came on above the center of the room, revealing the source of the smell, the sight almost causing her to puke too.
"Are those... chicken bones?" she asked, not daring to get close to any of the piles of bones that littered the wooden floor.
"I think so," he said, thinking it had once been fried chicken based on the crumbs on the floor in between the bone piles and subsequently losing all urge to ever eat fried chicken again. "How's this guy not dead from a heart attack by now?"
Sheri didn't know and at that moment, didn't give a shit, quickly making her way to the other side of the room, careful to avoid stepping right into any of the bones.
He followed after her and they stood to either side of a metal door. Grasping the latch, he was surprised to find it unlocked too. As soon as they stepped through to the next room, they quickly learned why it was unlocked: two guards were outside the door.
The guards didn't actually see or even hear the two intruders at first, the smell from the room alerting them instead. They both aimed their Uzis at Deadblood and Sheri, but it was already too late for them. She used her mind to force one guard's gun back into his face, busting his nose open, before the same invisible force twisted his head violently to snap his neck.
DB's method of disposing of the other guard was just as quick, though a little messier, thrusting his katana through the guard's chest, piercing his heart, before tearing out through his back. The guard was dead before the first drop of blood hit the ground. DB yanked the katana back out and the guard crumpled to the floor, his blood pooling.
Eager to get the door closed to cut off the smell of fried chicken remains, Sheri sent both guard's bodies flying into the room before shutting the thick door behind them.
