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Dead Artists Chapter 7Dead Artists Chapter 7
Spike was back in the comfort chair on the third floor, and he was still awake by the drink he had in his left hand. He found a clock in one of the abandoned rooms so he'd know what time it was. It was about 4.a.m. And he could definitely feel the tiredness in his eyes and face. Spike was startled by footsteps coming from his left. He quickly whipped his rifle around and ready to take the safety off. The steps were slow so he knew it wasn't one of them. He took a deep breath as he put his rifle back down.
"Who's there?" He asked in a groggy voice.
He saw Charlotte appear from the hallway. She had on some new clothes, and she looked very clean compared to most of the time they had been outside.
"Landon? What are you doing?" Charlotte asked.
"I'm guarding the hall." Spike answered.
Charlotte made her way over to him as he knew he was in for a few answers that she didn't want to hear.
"Could you not sleep?" She asked.
"I didn't sleep." he answered.
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Spike stood at the window of the third floor. He wondered to himself what was really going on out there? Where did those things come from? Is there any escape or safe place to go? Spike had checked all the rooms on the floor and most of them were fine, but there were a few that had blood on the walls, or worse problems, so he put people at least a room separate from them. Spike had given everyone rooms except for himself. He could use a room with a dead body in it, or he could stay in the hallway. Spike usually was the one that stood guard for the rest of the group; everyone had gone to sleep before they discussed who would stand guard. Spike decided he would stay up most of the night to make sure they were ok. There were times where they would stay in abandoned houses or grocery stores where some maniac would try to sneak up on them and steal things. Spike or Son or Scoot or Dan would usually be the one to put a stop to them.
Spike looked around at the stair wel
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"Whoa." AF said in awe.
"Yep, it's all food." Son said as he was sitting on top of one of the food crates.
"Where'd all this come from?" Kiki asked.
"It's a big hotel gotta be stocked up." Scoot replied.
Spike looked around the crates as he shuffled his hand to grab a box of food in the crate. He pulled out a box of cream filled cakes.
He looked at the box with the colorful white and pink design and looked for the expiration date. The date was fine, but he was still confused about the amount of food.
"So what now?" Charlotte asked.
"I guess we fire up the oven and start cooking." Spike replied.
"Ehh bad news I'm afraid." Son said.
Son and Scoot led them to the kitchen that was practically destroyed. They all stepped around the kitchen trying to salvage what they could.
"No way am I eating out of this kitchen." Kiki said.
"Well it's not that bad if we get some Febreeze and some mops and a bit of elbow grease-"
"It'll still give us diseas
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"Man dude you smell." Scoot said to Spike.
"I imagine we all smell I just smell the worstest." Spike replied.
Spike inserted the card in the last room to open it. He propped the door open so anyone could open it without the card.
"I guess this one's Charlotte." Spike said.
"You don't have a room though Spike." Dan said.
"Oh well I'll sleep in the hallway or something." Spike replied.
"You and Charlotte could share the room." Son said.
"Yeah that- no." Spike replied quickly.
Spike put the card in his pocket and started to walk off.
"You guys try to relax; I'l see if I can find some food around here." Spike said.
Son and Scoot both put their hands on his shoulders.
"Yeah We're not doing that." Son said.
"We'll find food you relax." Scoot said.
Spike turned his head to the rest of them and looked at them for a second. He let out a small sigh and turned around.
Scoot and Son made their way to the elevator and descended to the
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"Ok everyone, listen up!" Spike shouted to everyone.
The remaining people that were scattered had split off looking around at the mostly destroyed lobby. When Spike called them they all slowly made their way towards the elevator.
"Scoot, Son, and I searched three of the first floors; Scoot's floor was the safest, so we're going to send people to the third floor a few people at a time and we'll pick out rooms for us to stay in for the night."
Spike instructed the group what his plan was, but they didn't really respond to him, so he kept talking.
"Alright, so there's two elevators which means we can send about five or six people in each elevator. Son and Scoot will travel with each group as they go up and down incase something shows up."
"Annnd then what?" Son asked.
"Then we look for food." Spike replied.
"Sounds good." Scoot said.
"Alright, Son, Scoot, start taking them up."
Scoot and Son started to gather a few people to take to the third floor. There were
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