Tie Me Down

Chapter 92: Tie Me Down

 

 

 

 

 

            The time had come. Trevor knew that there were an abundance of party-goers here tonight, but he never could've imagined what one mid-sized household could hold. There was even an enormous stereo set-up in the room of the main entryway. He wasn't much for mingling, but did know how to party. He lined up first for the bathroom and he lit up a cigarette right there while waiting. He'd already been drinking and he wanted to know where it was for future reference anyhow. He pushed the door open after someone left and closed it behind them. He saw somebody spray and squirted some cologne right off-the-bat. He wasn't sure what he smelled like right now so he went ahead with it. Trevor leaned in to pee and was stifled when the secondary lid didn't pull up. He became cross, but took his wiz anyway. The room was getting colder. He guessed that they'd turned the heat off since there were so many people inside. Trevor staggered and walked back out to the living room. He didn't see Jamie or David anywhere. Then went to the kitchen. He saw the two of them engrossed in a game of beer pong against two strangers, at least to him. He moved over to their side of the table. “Beer is in the fridge.” Jamie uttered and Trev went to grab one. He tossed it down like a beehive and slid over to where David was shooting. Trev was a little drunk and whispered, “Hey, don't misss...” David shot and sure enough landed right into a cup. “Score!” Trevor said unencumbered. In some other world like a cartoon or a comedy David would've scratched his ears from him being too loud, but instead they had made it to their final cup, and this time Trevor was happy he was enjoying himself and was fond of the fun playing out in front of him. He crouched at the edge of the table waiting for Jamie to sink the last one. “he missed, crap.” Trevor hung to the corner and rose back up. He wasn't sure what to do from here. All at once he began to identify each person in the room by how they looked. For he didn't know any of their names except for his companions. He walked around the corner while their match was finishing up and screen the rest too. Something was off and he couldn't put his finger on what it was. He turned right around and looked through the hallway. It was a smell, he could smell something and it was oddly familiar. And there he was; It was one of Bruce's cronies. Trevor recognized his immediately and was stricken with fear, he was one of the largest of the undead and he almost howled from the shock. He quickly scattered back into the kitchen, bumping guests as he went forth throughout the channel and into the main kitchen and half-pretended to get another from the refrigerator.

            “We've got company.” he said lowly to David. “Of course we do, so what?”

            “I mean we've got bad company.”

            “What do you mean by that?”

            “Two undead in the center of the hallway.” he whispered. “Really now? What do you suppose we do?” he asked. “Draw them outside and wipe them out.” he replied. “Any advice on how to do it?” he questioned. “I'd reckon we let them take notice of me and maybe they'll follow.” he had a realization that maybe this wasn't the best place to do it. Everything was so vast and open around here. He wandered back toward the fridge and out the door next to it. It wasn't long before he was freezing cold in late December. Christmas was four days away, he became excited when he remembered. Now, the chilly air brush the blood in his veins like an icy hand. He moved steadily back toward Jamie's car to smoke. He breathed in the warm air of the cigarette and blew out heaps of hot tobacco. He broke the silence with a resounding breath.