Re: Shelter From the Storm
Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2018 5:40 am
''What the-?'
Allen was shocked, to say the very least, when Carla suddenly made a beeline for the door leading out to the rear area of the pub, and then disappeared through it without saying a single word, not even a goodbye or an explanation for her actions. Allen's eyes remained fixed on the doorway as he heard the girl running down the corridor and then the sound of another door opening and slamming shut. And then it was Jennifer's turn to leave the premises, at least giving a reason by citing that she was going after Carla in order to try and protect her, or something along those lines.
After the door out the back closed, Allen looked around the place in bewilderment. The four students in the room had, in a matter of less than a minute, been whittled down to two, now leaving only him and Mike standing there in the main bar area. Not to mention that there was still that guy hanging around outside (or so he thought), who was still apparently armed and possibly dangerous.
'So much for us being armed ourselves now,' Allen disappointedly thought. With their weapons, he'd seen both Carla and Jennifer capable of helping him protect the small group within the pub from anybody who dared threaten them. And what did they do at the first sign of trouble? They ditched him and Mike, and whoever else was crying nearby. 'Wait... crap.'
He could hear sobbing now, quite loud in fact, and it seemed to be coming from somewhere inside the building. The fact that he could hear it but not tell what direction the sounds were coming from unnerved him, and he looked round frantically in all directions, trying to identify the source. 'Where's it coming from? Crapcrapcrap, you sure do know how to pick death traps, don't you, Allen?'
It was the last straw. First the new guy popping up outside, then the two girls abandoning the pub, and now the new girl hidden somewhere in the place. In his heightened panic, his brain could only come up with one conclusion; 'If I stay in here, I'm going to die.'
"I don't know about you, but I am getting the hell out of here," Allen announced to Mike, quickly grabbing his bags. He slung them over both his shoulders, pulled open the door beside the bar and then ran down the corridor until he reached the other door that led out to the back of the building. He fumbled with the handle at first, but he eventually managed to get the door open and step outside into the warm May sun. He couldn't see any trace of Carla or Jennifer, but that wasn't so important. What was important was that he was out of the building, safe and sound, and ready to try and find a new hiding place. One that was hopefully going to be a lot more peaceful than the last.
((Allen Birkman continued in Can't Fall Down))
Allen was shocked, to say the very least, when Carla suddenly made a beeline for the door leading out to the rear area of the pub, and then disappeared through it without saying a single word, not even a goodbye or an explanation for her actions. Allen's eyes remained fixed on the doorway as he heard the girl running down the corridor and then the sound of another door opening and slamming shut. And then it was Jennifer's turn to leave the premises, at least giving a reason by citing that she was going after Carla in order to try and protect her, or something along those lines.
After the door out the back closed, Allen looked around the place in bewilderment. The four students in the room had, in a matter of less than a minute, been whittled down to two, now leaving only him and Mike standing there in the main bar area. Not to mention that there was still that guy hanging around outside (or so he thought), who was still apparently armed and possibly dangerous.
'So much for us being armed ourselves now,' Allen disappointedly thought. With their weapons, he'd seen both Carla and Jennifer capable of helping him protect the small group within the pub from anybody who dared threaten them. And what did they do at the first sign of trouble? They ditched him and Mike, and whoever else was crying nearby. 'Wait... crap.'
He could hear sobbing now, quite loud in fact, and it seemed to be coming from somewhere inside the building. The fact that he could hear it but not tell what direction the sounds were coming from unnerved him, and he looked round frantically in all directions, trying to identify the source. 'Where's it coming from? Crapcrapcrap, you sure do know how to pick death traps, don't you, Allen?'
It was the last straw. First the new guy popping up outside, then the two girls abandoning the pub, and now the new girl hidden somewhere in the place. In his heightened panic, his brain could only come up with one conclusion; 'If I stay in here, I'm going to die.'
"I don't know about you, but I am getting the hell out of here," Allen announced to Mike, quickly grabbing his bags. He slung them over both his shoulders, pulled open the door beside the bar and then ran down the corridor until he reached the other door that led out to the back of the building. He fumbled with the handle at first, but he eventually managed to get the door open and step outside into the warm May sun. He couldn't see any trace of Carla or Jennifer, but that wasn't so important. What was important was that he was out of the building, safe and sound, and ready to try and find a new hiding place. One that was hopefully going to be a lot more peaceful than the last.
((Allen Birkman continued in Can't Fall Down))