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Chance snorted at the word bellow. They had full-on screamed.
Lindsey and Thalia explained immediately what the wailing woman had done, and the cameramen began showing the footage they’d captured. Chance was appalled when Jason went back inside with Lindsey, Levi, and Lex with the cameramen.
He then hauled the prospects up off the ground, disgusted with them, and sent them to eat. Phoe had provided a tent with meals through the night, and Chance shook his head as Texas joined them. He went to see his wife in the command post and hopefully watch Lindsey and the crazy gang on camera.
Clio greeted him with a huge grin and a kiss as he lifted her up and settled her on his lap. He was hungry but could wait until later.
Chance settled in for some fun when he saw who was on the screen. Oh boy, this was going to be entertaining shit.
Team Four.
Team Four – Children’s Building.
Calamity
He wondered how the hell he’d ended up in charge of a team, especially this group. They fell into two decisive categories. Disbelievers and believers. Carly and Phoe clearly believed. Lowrider, Blaze, and Slate didn’t. Neither did Andi, Manny’s woman. Chatter was just plain terrified, and Calamity felt for the man. Calamity also wondered why he only had one Hellfire member. If he’d known before going in, he’d have turned them all around and marched them out.
Instead, they approached the children’s building with trepidation. There was a sad, forlorn feeling to the structure, but it also felt… off. Like the evil that had been committed here had seeped into its very walls.
The doors opened with a creak that made him wince. Calamity swept the floor with his torch, making sure it was safe and then, squaring his shoulders, entered.
He strongly fell into the believers’ camp and was on guard against anything. Calamity flinched at the images that assaulted his eyes. Was this meant to be kid-friendly? Because it was fuckin’ terrifying. Clowns, balloons, and children riding bikes or flying kites were painted on the walls, but the night’s shadows made them seem evil.
“Not clowns!” Blaze whimpered.
“Frightened of them too?” Phoe asked intrigued.
Blaze snapped his mouth shut and straightened his shoulders.
Calamity wanted to tell him it was too late. Phoe had already made a mental note.
“Ah, hell no!” Phoe said, looking. “Can you imagine being a child and being brought into this? Especially if you weren’t ill to begin with?”
Calamity nodded. Ahead of them were two double doors with thick chains wrapped around them. He walked over and found a heavy-duty padlock.
“Is that meant to keep us out or something in?” Chatter asked, worried.
“It’s locked to preserve the children’s ward from vandals,” the cameraman said, moving forward. “I have a key here from the guard.”
“Great!” Lowrider replied. Calamity noticed his brother didn’t seem bothered by it and was actually the first through the doors. Calamity pursued on his heels and sucked in a breath. The eery images followed down a long corridor.
In front of them appeared a nurses’ station.
“Look, there’re mugs and plates left out. It’s as if everyone just got up and walked out,” Carly exclaimed, pointing.
“This is creepy as fuck,” Blaze said and shivered.
“Someone walk over your grave?” Slate teased, and Blaze sent him a shitty glare.
“Come look at this!” Carly called. Calamity saw she’d entered the first room.
“My God!” Phoe shrieked, and Calamity shivered again.
The room looked ready for a child to walk straight into. There was a dusty bed, all made up, books on a shelf, and some toys strewn around. The closet had no doors, but there was clothing hanging up.
“This isn’t natural,” Lowrider said.
“Should we start asking questions?” Phoe asked.
