The lady screamed somewhere outside the door, and Jaime could hear her destroying the remaining displays. He slid to the ground, back still against the door, his whole body shaking with adrenaline and fear. Jaime shook his head, almost laughing to himself. what the hell.
It had felt like a scene out of a horror movie. Something kids would watch for fun and make fun of the characters for being dumb. Except this wasn't a horror movie. That had all actually just happened.
"Thank you." He whispered to the girl. She'd probably saved his life just then. If she hadn't walked in the store Jaime could very well see himself being dead right now. Hell, if she'd ran and left him back there he would have been done for.
He shook his head again, trying to etch-a-sketch the image of the woman screaming in his face from his brain. It would probably haunt his nightmares for years to come. "You okay over there?" He looked up to see the girl staring at something on the ground beside him.
“Are you okay?” The boy asked.
Marina just shook her head, hand still over her mouth. Her stomach doing backflips like it had been in gymnastics its whole life.
She dodged quickly for the toilet and threw up the contents of her stomach, not that there was much other than a pop tart and her own stomach bile.
“Holy-“ the boy quickly shuffled away from the door, having caught sight of the dismembered fingers.
Marina went to grab some toilet paper but the dispenser was empty, so she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Just my luck,” she muttered.
She straightened up and looked at the boy, covered in the splatter of that woman’s blood.
“You got-“ she pointed to her own face, “-a little something there.”
Jamie squeezed his eyes shut. Disgusting.
He pushed to his feet, his legs trying to betray him with how they trembled. He made his way over to the faucet and splashed some cold water on his face. Scrubbing with his hands where he thought there might be that 'something' that girl was talking about. "Better?" He asked facing the girl. He didn't have the guts to look in the mirror right now. Didn't want to see whatever had been, and might still be, on his face.
She nodded her head once, a grim look on her face. "Right, your turn." He gestures to the sink, taking a step to the side. The bathroom was just as small and grimmy as the rest of the store. The once white tiled floor grey in color. Well, and with blood smudge on it now. Jaime didn't want to think about it to hard. If he did he was sure he'd also be hurling his guts up.
Marina gulped in disgusted anticipation as she stepped up to the sink. Turning the water on she cupped her hands underneath the water and splashed away some of the grime on her face.
“So gross,” she muttered, “has this bathroom ever been cleaned??”
The boy shrugged nonchalantly.
“Not likely.”
Marina shook her hands dry and turned to face him.
“Now what?” She asked.
(So sorry I took so long to get the next reply out. It’s a bit short but there you go lol)
