The Hunter becomes the Undead

Chapter 49: The Hunter becomes the Undead

 

 

 

 

            He shrugged off the wince he got when smacking the tiny wood compartment door with its handle. The dilapidation of climbing downward to wherever he was moving made him nervous. He knew he had to assure his efforts weren’t wasted while doing what he was. Dropping down on to a tiny canal that had to have gone far under the amphitheater. Trevor focused himself from the bottom of it going back in interest of the street and where he came in. He knew that he should head in that way so he could come in the front door again before he could sneak up on someone. It would be a matter of time before he found an opening up, crawling through the blackened sewer canal, a tad hungry too. He coped by having his feet pinpoint on each nudge forward. Bottoming out once and faced dire filthy water when he sunk his foot and leg. Trevor holstered himself to a treacherous point. Maybe it was the bad place for sight, but he stepped one place and he landed his hand on a vertical concrete ledge at his overhead. He matched up with the ball of his feet and touched a groove in the rock basin. It would be an awful climb if he had to do it. “What the… I… will… I… can’t… I’ll… have to get back.” Outside the hem of the drainage tunnel where the outlet is, he should have just went that way. Jumping from there to the subsection of the roads and city that sat between two places to spend money or maybe a station. Telephone, electrical, or a satellite operation, but he must move up to get around the theater halls. He had to lug himself up the slanted ditch and onto a crevice of a ledge, then over a side guard for a sidewalk, to be on the street. Trevor moaned at the painstaking progress he’d made for how gradual he’d gotten to this spot. He stuttered while thinking and walked back to the first door of the theater. Didn’t open. He took one look at them and went away. He would find a side door and force his arms to get into the venue if he must. It got him to the fire escape door. It wasn’t the newest kind, it had an old metal lock system that looked used and it did not keep him out. He was in on the first attempt. Trevor was in a part he did not want to be. It encased the section before the wall dividing the front lobby. Sequestered here, he thought he would need to go upstairs to cover behind the stairway’s support columns. He sheathed his locale there, hiding and peeking at the desk. He wasn’t hearing noise from any range in the vicinity. He pointed at the stair by its point by a door on the other side and the hall into the main theater. The daylight begun to fade from all orifice of the building, Trevor held it together and slipped across above with nothing to signify anyone was about.

            Minutes went, waiting and also possibly dreading who may be there. Minutes went. He sat in silence just shy of the left balcony. He clung to the wall beside the heavy door as he had been. Though really, he just did not have the patience to sit for something to occur. He got through the balcony door quiet as a church mouse and peered up over the railing. At first, he saw an empty music hall. Then three men, not including the one that assailed him earlier were coming round the backstage where he’d escaped. They looked intense. Like this place had to be kept free of intruders. Trevor trembled internally. Remaining mute for the duration of their moving out under him. For an instant, he thought he heard a loud grumbling in his proximity. “Could be the wind.” He thought. He turned around anyway. The man was sprinting toward him holding a baseball bat. Before Trevor knew it, he’d gone out like a light. It stripped him of fight.