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Roxy will probably do a way better job of hiding her shit than I will before we get an officer to at least take down an incident report or something.
From what I remember of Brandon's stories about his misspent youth, though, the jail isn't really somewhere that I'd like to be, like, ever. It's not exactly "clean" and is exactly "full of criminals all crammed into one tiny room with a toilet that doesn't work."
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I upload the picture to the Oriental cartoon enthusiast forum I was looking at earlier with a sort of short description and ask if anybody knows anything. I'll have to check it later to see if there's any useful info.
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We decide to take the door off the laundry room and replace the back door so there isn't just a gaping hole into the outside world. It's sort of the best thing to use as a barricade that either of us can think of anyway. Furniture won't really fit into the kitchen space to even prop it up against the door-hole.
Nathan knows where a screwdriver is, which is pretty much all we need.
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While we clean up and work, we talk. I talk a little about how Brandon wasn't lying about me being lost in the woods until now, but that I thought it was all over at this point. I tell him that weird stuff happened, but I never encountered the thing we just chased off, and I don't really know what it is.
Nathan takes off his heavy winter stuff for the first time, and helps me out with the door, not really saying much.
I ask him if he knows anything, or if there have been like, a lot of break-ins and missing persons reports or anything.
Nathan says that honestly this is a pretty shitty neighborhood, so that kind of thing happens. He thought it was weird that all the streetlights were blown out instead of just most of them, though.
We sort of talk about this and that. Nathan does warn me that he thinks I'm ok, but I'd better not make any moves on brandon, which was obviously the reason he came over in the first place. We work and talk for a good long while, and as we're finishing up, we hear a car pull up and somebody fumble for keys before managing to unlock the door and stagger in.
The door slams behind her.
I smell blood and sweat before I see Roxy staggering over to us.
"Hey Mike. There was a fuckin'" she blinks slowly. "Mike, there was like, a fat, old Mike zombie laying on the road like, four blocks up."
I turn slowly toward her, a chill running up my spine.
"He was all, layin in the road like 'ugh help me' and his voice was all gurgly like he was all fucked up, you know?"
She wipes the blood off her nose with the blood on her hand. it doesn't help.
"He rolled off my windsheild like a CHAMP" she pumps her fist, grinning widely, then turns serious again.
"Weird, though, there wasn't any blood on my car." she shrugs. "What're you two love turds up to? Nathan, are you cucking Brandon or something? Don't cuck Brandon, Nathan."
Nathan crosses his arms firmly across his chest and doesn't say anything.
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