Day 3: Pretty Girls Leave Beautiful Corpses II

Clark led the group of rescuers as he knew exactly where the club was located. He found it fun to kill zombies with a cricket bat, as the sound of their skulls going "CRACK" was a guilty pleasure, as that way Clark could kill "people" without anyone telling him it was wrong what he was doing.

The plaza looked worse than usual. Jason had noticed that the blood that had stained the walls had now turned completely black. The smell didn't help either as it was such a pungent stench that if they weren't wearing masks they probably would have vomited by now.

As soon as they arrived at the club they realized how horrible it must have been to have been present at that party. There were white and gold balloons on the floor, bloodied, the DJ lay dead, his corpse lying on one of the speakers and, the other members of the party scattered on the floors, some of them lacking limbs while others were so focused on eating the remains that they paid no attention to Jason and his group.

Very carefully they approached the restroom area. The peculiar aroma of alcohol and drugs did not go unnoticed by Jason who could see that at least people were enjoying themselves in their last moments. He thought he saw for a moment a box with a large amount of acids and pills on one of the tables, which he did not hesitate to take and put in one of his pockets.

The bottles of champagne and vodka were nothing more than mere decorations that lacked their glamour. Walking to the restrooms, Jason noticed a silver bag with blue sequins. He didn't know why but he was very curious as to what was inside.

When he picked it up he saw that there was the usual: makeup, cosmetics and an ID. She was surprised when she saw the name of the owner: **Tess Westerfield**.

—Oh fuck... —Jason had regretted having found a clue that indicated something terrible. The bag was bathed in blood and, there was no sign of the owner.

Jason opted to keep the wallet with the ID and left the bag behind. The ID and wallet were stained.

When everyone was standing in front of the door to the women's restrooms, Nikolai carefully opened it. He gently pushed the door open and, revealed the inside. It was a very nice bathroom, it smelled clean. The tiles were lustrous, plus there was a huge mirror that revealed how dangerous Nikolai and his men looked.

When he looked to the right he noticed the women were gone.

—They couldn't have gone far... I don't think they dared to come out —Kalinic exclaimed.

—They must be in the cubicles... maybe they heard the footsteps —Clark commented.

—All right, ladies! We know you are in one of the cubicles. Here's the situation... we're going to search every place and eventually we're going to find you. We saw you through the cameras and we KNOW you are here... you couldn't go far because you have an injured girl with you. If you want to save the noise we could make if you plan to attack or scream, you must leave very carefully and without making any sudden movements, because you could attract the dead who are literally eating the brains of the people who died two days ago in this place —Nikolai was direct. He stood against one of the walls, at the back of the bathroom and put one foot against the wall, crossed his arms and waited.

He waited and waited.

—We are not leaving. Don't take us for fools. We came to help you —Nikolai said. His speech and posture did not change.

One of the doors finally opened, revealing a blonde girl, a brunette and finally a short-haired white woman. She looked like a barista and, she could barely stand because she had a swelling on her ankle.

—See how easy it is to follow the rules? —Nikolai said, victorious.

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Day 3: Pretty Girls Leave Beautiful Corpses III