|F.E.A.R.: "We have a Shadow army."|
Wild Ones: "We have a CC."
Ward Room 666 - Chap3Ward Room 666 - Chap3 by ~SailorStarMiracle
The following morning was pretty normal.
I could feel some obvious tension between Dahvie and I. That was to be expected, there’s a pretty obvious bump from where he hit his head. He didn’t seem to be in the best mood either.
Everyone on the bus pretty much stayed clear of him. Everyone excluding Michelle, of course. She kept trying to get him to loosen up, annoying him in every way possible before he let out a huge sigh and ran to his bunk swiftly.
Yeah, that really wasn’t his day.
Andrew and Haley were busy video-taping themselves doing the vinegar and baking soda challenge. Within a couple seconds they were both pushing each other to the bathroom, practically vomiting. I was the only one not to laugh at their shame, I was just too distracted.
The look in his eyes yesterday…Dahvie…
I got up and casually walked to his bunk, hands stuff
Ward Room 666 - Chap2Ward Room 666 - Chap2 by ~SailorStarMiracle
The next day was like any other.
I woke up to a bright ray of light from the window, illuminating the dark and dreary bus. I sat up, feeling a sharp pain in my back. Turns out, I had fallen asleep on the seats at the table. Even though they were cushioned, they weren’t meant to be slept on. I suppose I got to find that out the hard way.
I lazy reached over and grabbed my phone, putting light pressure on the button on the top. My phone has been a bit hard to get into ever since Michelle dropped it into a puddle. Jayy got it to work again, but the screen was cracked to shit and it randomly turns off sometimes. The bright light that flew out of the device forced me to wince and close my eyes, as it burned like hell. Still squinting, I checked the time.
A bit early to be up, but it’s not like I can go back to sleep now. Grunting and trying to get on my feet, I a
Ward Room 666 - Chap1Ward Room 666 - Chap1 by ~SailorStarMiracle
“Mr. Griffis, is there a problem?”
“Good, continue then.”
I would if I could…
“Oh? And why not?”
What is this feeling? Guilt, fear?
I feel so cornered.
“You need to tell us, where did you last see Mr. Torres?”
Do they deserve to know? They’d just hurt him.
“The last visiting day.”
“Oh, and how did he act?”
I can’t take this.
“Normal, I guess.”
It’s too much.