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There wasn’t one of us not covered in blood, sweat, and dirt. My own chest was heaving so hard I thought I was going to have an asthma attack, and I didn’t have asthma.
Corpses littered the stairs, some no longer wholly intact. Acolytes surrounded the entrance and windows, not letting anyone out.
When they saw us they parted like the red sea so we could pass. I felt like royalty.
We marched up the steps and right into the building where cool air greeted us.
Blinking to adjust to the lighting change, I saw people on their knees lining the walls, cowering with their hands up in surrender.
I’d saw many in the streets doing the same but hadn’t paid much attention to them with the whole kill or be killed stuff going on.
Acolytes stood with their heads bowed keeping them all in check.
“What the fuck, Pixie?” Romero’s voice snapped me back to what was going on.
“Calm down, Rome. It’s just a flesh wound,” she sighed in exasperation.
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“You’re not allowed to get fucking flesh wounds,” he mocked, dragging her into his arms to look over the rest of her.
Grimm shook his head and kept going. “I’ll be going to get, Frank,” he called over his shoulder.
“Come on, babe, we get to check for, Zane,” Cobra said, coming up beside me. I took the bloody hand and fell in step beside him, feeling the presence of two acolytes behind us.
“He’s here?” I asked, looking around the building.
“The prison is under this building, got a tip that’s where Tillie put him.”
That didn’t seem right to me.
“I thought Zane was a kid.”
“He is. Around five or six.”
Then why is he in a freaking prison?
“His mom has a lot of connections,” he answered my unspoken question. “It’s still a real fucked up thing to do,” he added, voicing my exact opinion on the matter.
“Poor kid,” I murmured. I felt even worse for him when we finally found our way to the lower level.
The smell had me wanting to go right back up the stairs.
“Jesus,” I coughed, covering my nose with my filthy arm.
“Don’t think Jesus had much to do with this, Blue.”
It smelled of feces, vomit, and death.
Passing multiple cells jam packed of people who’d withered into nothing, I understood why.
The lighting was dim and the air was chilled. If I didn’t already live in hell I’d swear we’d just found it.
Some of the remaining prisoners were naked, watching us with zombie-like expressions.
Turning down a narrow hall, we walked slowly to the end. When we got there we found three decapitated guards and a cell that had clearly housed a little boy.
“Looks like someone beat us to him,” Cobra mused, looking around.
