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rusted door that looks like it’s never been opened. It looks
like it hasn’t been used in years. I don’t see any other
options.
I wiggle the handle. It’s locked.
I shift my entire weight into breaking it open, slamming it
open, but I’ve only managed to bruise my body. I could
shoot it down like I’ve seen Adam do, but I’m not certain of
my aim nor my skill with this gun, and I’m not sure I can
afford the noise. I can’t make my presence known.
There has to be another way into this building.
There is no other way into this building.
My frustration is escalating. My desperation is crippling.
My hysteria is threatening to break me and I want to scream
until my lungs collapse. Adam is in this building. He has to
be in this building.
I’m standing right outside this building and I can’t get
inside.
This can’t be happening.
I clench my fists, try to beat back the maddening futility
enveloping me in its embrace but I feel crazed. Wild. Insane.
The adrenaline is slipping away, my focus is slipping away,
the sun is setting on the horizon and I remember James and
Kenji and Adam Adam Adam and Warner’s hands on my
body and his lips on my mouth and his tongue tasting my
neck and all the blood everywhere