sunlight poured in through the
windows making her feel stuffy.
Melissa picked up a bottle of face
wash and squeezed its contents on her palm. As she washed her face with it,
Melissa wondered if she should take a shower. It was too hot and her skin felt
feverish. A shower was just the thing she needed to invigorate herself. But she
was here in what she believed was an enemy’s territory. Being comfortable
should be the farthest thing from her mind. Still…it was just a shower…
Before she could change her mind,
she stepped into the shower and started to wash herself vigorously with a new
bar of soap. She stared at the bottle of shampoo for a few seconds before
picking that up too.
As she washed her hair she chuckled
softly to herself. This was absurd, she thought to herself. She was probably in
the presence of serial killers and here she was trying to clean herself when
she should have tried prying open the widows and looking for a way to escape.
She dried herself with a towel and
looked at the window. Jumping out of the window wasn’t such a great idea. Where
would she run anyway? If the bikers had wanted to kill her, they would have
done so when she had been sleeping. Besides, Mark had seemed sincere in his
request to hear him out.
“Melissa?” Mark called.
Melissa pulled the towel closer to
her and gasped.
“If you want new clothes, you can
find some in the small cupboard.” Mark said. “Feel free to use whatever you
want.”
Melissa walked over to the cupboard
and opened it to find T-shirts, jackets, jeans and sweaters folded neatly on
the shelves. She stared at it for several seconds before picking out a long
sleeved shirt and a pair of new jeans with the tags still on it.
Melissa quickly put on her clothes
and started to brush her teeth. Mark sure had a lot of explaining to do, she
thought. Everything was so peculiar on this street. Why for instance, did they
have a vast supply of rations? And a flat screen TV? Brand new clothes with the
tags still on it?
After she was done, she unlocked
the door and stepped out slowly, expecting to be pounced on by the riders who
were playing with her after all.
“How do you feel now?” Mark asked
her. She almost jumped and looked at him warily. He was sitting on one of the
tables with a plate of food for her. Melissa shuffled her legs and felt her
hands going numb. Mark seemed the least bit troubled about what was going on
and she hated the way he was being so nice to her. There was something about
him that was making her feel very uneasy. She shook her head. Of course there
was a reason why she felt this way. She had just seen him and his friends kill
two innocents. And what had they done to Keith?
Melissa walked over to his table
and sat down, staring intently at the knife near the plate. She picked up a
slice of toast and took a small bite off it. Mark poured her a glass of juice
and handed it over to her. She flinched as he passed her the glass and her
hands grasped the knife even closer.
“I’m going to tell you exactly
what’s going on.” Mark said and leaned forward on the table. “And I’m going to
begin by telling you that I’m not the bad guy.”
Melissa looked away and sipped on
her juice. Of course he would say that.
“Something happened on this street
three years ago.” Mark said. “There used to be a gang of bikers that terrorized
the streets, particularly this one. The gang consisted of five members.
Melissa chewed slowly on her toast
as Mark continued. Rafe had already told her the story, but she didn’t want to
interrupt Mark. The last thing she wanted to do was rile him up.
“The mayor wanted to put an end to
this and pressured the sheriff to control them. The sheriff tried to do
whatever he could in his power, but the gang was too fast for them and
continued to terrorize the streets. They broke into stores, stole things and
even burned down a grocery
windows making her feel stuffy.
Melissa picked up a bottle of face
wash and squeezed its contents on her palm. As she washed her face with it,
Melissa wondered if she should take a shower. It was too hot and her skin felt
feverish. A shower was just the thing she needed to invigorate herself. But she
was here in what she believed was an enemy’s territory. Being comfortable
should be the farthest thing from her mind. Still…it was just a shower…
Before she could change her mind,
she stepped into the shower and started to wash herself vigorously with a new
bar of soap. She stared at the bottle of shampoo for a few seconds before
picking that up too.
As she washed her hair she chuckled
softly to herself. This was absurd, she thought to herself. She was probably in
the presence of serial killers and here she was trying to clean herself when
she should have tried prying open the widows and looking for a way to escape.
She dried herself with a towel and
looked at the window. Jumping out of the window wasn’t such a great idea. Where
would she run anyway? If the bikers had wanted to kill her, they would have
done so when she had been sleeping. Besides, Mark had seemed sincere in his
request to hear him out.
“Melissa?” Mark called.
Melissa pulled the towel closer to
her and gasped.
“If you want new clothes, you can
find some in the small cupboard.” Mark said. “Feel free to use whatever you
want.”
Melissa walked over to the cupboard
and opened it to find T-shirts, jackets, jeans and sweaters folded neatly on
the shelves. She stared at it for several seconds before picking out a long
sleeved shirt and a pair of new jeans with the tags still on it.
Melissa quickly put on her clothes
and started to brush her teeth. Mark sure had a lot of explaining to do, she
thought. Everything was so peculiar on this street. Why for instance, did they
have a vast supply of rations? And a flat screen TV? Brand new clothes with the
tags still on it?
After she was done, she unlocked
the door and stepped out slowly, expecting to be pounced on by the riders who
were playing with her after all.
“How do you feel now?” Mark asked
her. She almost jumped and looked at him warily. He was sitting on one of the
tables with a plate of food for her. Melissa shuffled her legs and felt her
hands going numb. Mark seemed the least bit troubled about what was going on
and she hated the way he was being so nice to her. There was something about
him that was making her feel very uneasy. She shook her head. Of course there
was a reason why she felt this way. She had just seen him and his friends kill
two innocents. And what had they done to Keith?
Melissa walked over to his table
and sat down, staring intently at the knife near the plate. She picked up a
slice of toast and took a small bite off it. Mark poured her a glass of juice
and handed it over to her. She flinched as he passed her the glass and her
hands grasped the knife even closer.
“I’m going to tell you exactly
what’s going on.” Mark said and leaned forward on the table. “And I’m going to
begin by telling you that I’m not the bad guy.”
Melissa looked away and sipped on
her juice. Of course he would say that.
“Something happened on this street
three years ago.” Mark said. “There used to be a gang of bikers that terrorized
the streets, particularly this one. The gang consisted of five members.
Melissa chewed slowly on her toast
as Mark continued. Rafe had already told her the story, but she didn’t want to
interrupt Mark. The last thing she wanted to do was rile him up.
“The mayor wanted to put an end to
this and pressured the sheriff to control them. The sheriff tried to do
whatever he could in his power, but the gang was too fast for them and
continued to terrorize the streets. They broke into stores, stole things and
even burned down a grocery
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