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CHAPTER 16: The Morning Audit
The seeped through the cracks in the boarded-up windows and the jagged, axe-hewn hole in the wall like grey dishwater filling a sink. There was no warmth in it. Just a pale, sickly illumination that revealed exactly how much dust I had inhaled during the night.I woke up coughing.The taste of pulverized drywall coated my tongue. It was gritty and chalky, like I’d been chewing on a blackboard. I lay there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling of Room 402. The glow-in-the-dark stars the previous tenants had stuck there were now just faint, pathetic smudges of green plastic against the water-stained plaster.My back hurt.The mattress I was lying on wasn’t a mattress. It was a torture device disguised as foam. It had a topography of lumps and springs that had spent the last eight hours digging into my kidneys with personal vendettas."Ugh," I groaned.The sound resonated in my chest, a deep rumble that felt too big for the room.I tried to stretch. It was an instinct, a divine habit f
CHAPTER 15: The Open Concept
The problem with walls in Sector Z isn't that they are strong. It’s that they are filled with the history of everyone who has ever screamed, coughed, or wept against them.When Mr. Henderson swung the axe, he didn't just break drywall. He released ghosts.The axe head bit into the plaster, burying itself deep. Dust puffed out like a dying breath—a cloud of white powder that tasted of chalk, asbestos, and forty years of disappointment."Expanding!" Henderson shrieked. He wrenched the handle back and forth. His shoulder popped with a wet, sickening sound, but he didn't stop. "Creating flow! Creating volume!"He tore a chunk of the wall down. Lath and plaster clattered to the floor, exposing the skeletal wooden studs underneath.I sat on the mattress in Room 401, shielding my eyes with my arm. My celestial hoodie was turning gray. The air was so thick with particulate matter I could chew it."Mr. Henderson," I coughed. "I think that’s load-bearing."He didn't hear me. He was in a trance.
CHAPTER 14: The Presidential Suite
The journey to the fourth floor was an exercise in auditory misery.Every step I took on the rotting staircase produced a sound that was less like wood creaking and more like a dying animal gasping for its final breath. My knees, unaccustomed to the indignity of gravity without divine reinforcement, popped in sync with the floorboards. My left sock, still sodden from the puddle outside, made a wet squelch inside my sneaker."This is not a staircase," I muttered, gripping a banister that felt sticky with decades of unknown residues. "This is a vertical tetanus hazard."Anya was two steps ahead of me. She moved silently, stepping on the edges of the treads where the wood was strongest. She kept glancing back at me, her eyes wide and rimmed with red. She looked like she was waiting for me to explode. Or maybe she was waiting for the building to explode."Quiet," she whispered, her voice trembling. "The walls here are thin. If people hear you complaining, they’ll think you’re weak. If th
CHAPTER 13: The Panic of the Solvent
The stairs of the Rusty Bolt Motel were sticky.It wasn’t just damp; it was an adhesive quality, like the banister had been coated in sugar syrup and left to cure for a decade in a smoker’s lung. Every time I lifted my hand, it made a small, sucking sound.I climbed slowly. My knees popped with every step, a reminder that this mortal body wasn't designed for infinite durability. It was designed for back pain. My wet sock squelched inside my left sneaker, sending a shiver up my spine that had nothing to do with the cold."Russ," Anya whispered. She was three steps ahead of me, but she had stopped. She was looking down into the lobby through the gap in the rusted railing."Don't look back," I groaned, clutching the sticky wood. "We have a key. We have a destination. Forward momentum is the only thing keeping me upright.""Listen," she hissed.I paused.I listened.The rain was still drumming on the roof, a constant, static rhythm. But underneath it, coming from the lobby we had just lef
CHAPTER 12: The Heavy Metal
The coin spun.It was a small, frantic motion, a blur of silver dancing on the scratched glass countertop. It sounded like a dying insect, buzzing against a windowpane, desperate to escape the stale air of the lobby.I watched it spin. The Clerk watched it spin. Anya, huddled in the corner by the door, watched it spin.For a moment, the entire universe contracted down to that single piece of stamped metal. The acid rain drumming against the roof faded. The hum of the broken neon sign outside vanished. There was only the coin, and the terrifying question of which side it would land on.Gravity, the only law that still applied in Sector Z, made its decision.The coin wobbled. It rattled. And then, with a final, decisive clack, it settled flat.Heads up.Thomas Jefferson stared at the peeling ceiling. His ponytail was crisp. His profile was stoic. He looked out of place here, surrounded by grime and despair, like a diamond sitting in a gutter.FIVE CENTS.The silence that followed wasn’t
CHAPTER 11: The Dignity of Dry Socks
The rain in Sector Z wasn’t just weather; it was an insult.It didn't fall like the gentle, cleansing showers of the Celestial Realm, which smelled of jasmine and ozone. Here, the rain fell like it held a grudge. It was heavy, greasy, and smelled faintly of burning batteries. It hit the pavement with a flat thwack that sounded less like water and more like sludge.I stopped walking. I looked down at my feet.My sneakers were currently sinking into a puddle of grey slush. I could feel the dampness seeping through the eyelets. It touched my sock. A cold, wet embrace around my left big toe.I shuddered."This is unacceptable," I said to the empty street.Anya was walking three steps ahead of me. She stopped and turned around. She looked like a drowned rat wrapped in a grey tarp. Her coat, scavenged from a dead body two blocks back, was soaking up water like a sponge. Her hair was plastered to her skull, framing eyes that were constantly darting from shadow to shadow."Russ, keep moving,"
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