Alone for…

Chapter 109: Alone for…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trevor screeched to a stationary position when he revisited the inner sanctum of the neighborhoods of his sector of the city. He forgot that he had not looked for clues at Bill’s or at the abandoned trail that stood beside a pool that wasn’t oftly open. He couldn’t tell if it was there. So, he got out and stepped back to the front of the house on the other side of the street. Sighted; he could see the blue fender of the car there. Trevor placed his index finger on the doorbell and wrung his hand on his clothes. Walking around the frontal furniture, banking on him coming to the door, there was no inkling of any person inside or out this time. Then, like he was supposed to catch him at the last moment, Bill trekked from around the hall to the entrance-way and opened the door. “Hey, man.” Trevor said robust when he came outside. “Sup dude?” he responded. “What’re you doing right nah?” Trevor slurred by accident. “What? Oh, uh, not much. I have a good summer coming up and that’s all I’m really gonna do.”

            “Niceee.” Trevor said unusually of himself. “I got some mushrooms I’m trying to get rid of for now, so I can do stuff this summer.”

            “Really?” Trevor asked inquisitively. “Yeah, they’re really good and I’m selling em’ off by the eighth.”

            “Cool. How much are they?”

            “Fifty for a half gram. Twenty-five an eight.”

            “Bitchin’, I’ll have a half-gram.”

            “What… really?” he asked or more of said. “Yeah!”

            “Well, alright I’ll go get em’.”

            “Okay.” Trevor proclaimed readily. He knew this was just what he could use about now, and the pressure, or maybe none-at-all was making for bountiful efforts. So, Trevor waited on the porch and sat down staring at the windows and the bushes occasionally. Pushing aside the feeling he might not be doing this for any reason but because he wanted to. He glued his eyes to Bill’s hands when he walked back out. He sat down next to Trevor while he fumbled with a bag of plant matter or rather fungi that was dried and sealed.

            It looked formidable in a way. It didn’t look like something that would do what he’d heard it’d do. “How are you gonna take them?” Trevor was lost in thought the previous moment and he didn’t quite register what he had said to him. He got out his money and lined it up in his hand. “What are you gonna do?” he asked again. “Take em’ and go scour the city till I get back.”

            “Get where?”

            “Back home or something.”

            “Oh… okay.” He looked estranged. “See ya.” Trevor said. He wandered off absent mindedly. Back in his car, he opened the bag and shook it, took one look, got the handful of them and ate them all. “Blugh! They’re disgusting…” he thought. The aftertaste wasn’t so bad. More like those baked chips you buy. But, mostly gross. He fired up the car and buckled. Trevor knew exactly where he would go next. He had locked his sights on the back of the swimming pool for the last fourty-five minutes. He tied up his shoelaces once he arrived.

            There was nothing here currently. There was some suspicion because he had looked down around the car and there was a detached tire and several other trashed things in random places. Though, he didn’t get out, he did roll down the window and rest his arm out. He shrugged for the time being, enjoying the solitude of tinkering with the rear-view mirror and toying with the outlook he might have a chance of getting something tonight. Alive or dead. Well, vanquished to be precise. Wiring down his locale and sticking in the sun shader above his head.

            The sun was going down. He sat there and watched the dull evening sky start to fade. Gnawing at the skin on his lower-lip, he punched the doorlock as he begun to trip. Which means the function of the shrooms took their effects. Likewise, Trevor’s state of mind begun to change.  When he livened up to the point that he couldn’t stand it, he rushed for the door handle. He stepped out of the car. Right then, the outburst he had was immensurate. Trevor freaked out and helped himself to a mighty scream. One for relapse and tension and attrition.

            He yanked his way back into the car and grabbed his important items; such as the wallet, the cell phone, and a lighter. After that gargantuan shout, he slinked down the trail a-ways to check things out. He bunched up around a decent vantage point, and flipped on time-stop. He looked at the area, illuminated by gray and the absence of light. Trevor could se the woodlands in pure distinction, but he was frozen and could not see anything but trees in the way of the front of his visage. There was not a thing stirring that he could see, but he tossed his eyes to the left and saw a building over yonder. He flicked-off time-stop and took a look back at his car unsure of what to do. There was no implications anything would be here. It was just one of various places he could be looking. He set off about two-hundred more paces down the hill and could see a building, but was impossible to get to. The trail went off the other way and slid off a hill. To be precise, on to the rest of the swimming pool’s assets. Not like he could see over the edge. Trevor was by-now lurched over the boundary of the forest, ready to get to the facility he’d had prepared to go investigate. There was not one dense plant growth on his way, but he did have to get over a small creek. He did this by jumping. No sooner than he started running, he planted his feet on developed ground outside the place of worn pavement. It didn’t look like a factory or a school. More like a make-shift shack or research place that had been used for some project. It seemed out-of-place; a very peculiar piece of structuralization to stand here and be used. He walked around it and noticed a small paved road leading away from it. The place looked nuts. It had a rising molded roof and an intentionally steel-manufactured siding. It touched the ground at a flat level, even the cement was elevated. Out of everything here, the fence pushed up against a tree was the one thing that caught his eye. It was wrapped around the concrete area with exactness and hit that tree right at the mid-point of its stalks growth. It wasn’t wired for security, but it looked like an incredibly durable one. Like it was standing and not just planted in the ground. Trevor went back to see the building. He stretched the outside of it trying to put himself somewhere he could get in. There wasn’t any outer staircase or fancy door. He saw a pulley fastened-type mechanism on a part of it that looked openable. It was probably not the best place to try and enter. He went back to the other side that faced the one he approached from. He finally found a regular wooden door on a corner that almost didn’t appear to be there. But, it wouldn’t budge. He grabbed the knob and pushed it and started kicking too. It moved about four inches away from the hinge. He tried getting it open. Didn’t swing back. “huh…” he thought.

            While he tried to get a view of the inside he poked his head to the section he’d pushed in. It was not lit up in the least; that was, there wasn’t any step he’d made by now that activated a light. There he pondered how to push back the door so he could climb inside. Without knowing what could be backing it, he couldn’t tell what was keeping it from moving. Something had to be impeding the joint from flowing out into the room.

            He stepped out and gawked at the crack of the door where it met the wall. He ran his finger down a higher portion of the split. It was cushioned by something that sat between the door and the inner piece of the side. Then went back to see the inside and what was placed next to the inside of the door. Some kind of railing and a platform. He just couldn’t fit into it. He busted up the door some more and after all that he broke it in to the point he could squeeze in. He climbed the railing and stood up on some object; staring at the door and the other side of it. There was certainly some kind of blockage. A two-foot board sat bracing the edge of the door where it met the lock. He disregarded this and kicked the door in somewhat until it could get a human body through in an upright posture. Not completely opened. Trevor sought out the light switch, although he didn’t absolutely need it. He walked to the far area, getting close to the back wall. There was for sure a huge box or two laying around; and a large component to the building where he could see the wall on another side of this room.

            This room had a window, but there were barely dividers between the two. It wasn’t a function of if he could get the lights on, but that he wanted to see both of these things with them on. Regardless, he went over to the clunky dark space and almost ran into whatever he was heading towards. He pressed his hands on it. “Not warm or anything…” Must’ve been an electrical equipment piece he concluded. He remembered he could just get his phone out. So, he did. Shining it first back to the door and then on whatever this was. He looked on in disbelief as he found it was a gigantic frontal panel for operating it.

            Trevor quickly raised his p hone to the nasty part of this place that was apparently unused. Then to the door again. Nothing there and no one around. He tucked his pockets and pulled it open with the light of his cell phone. He didn’t smell anything; which was a good sign. Trevor positioned his phone above the opened container, peering in as he did so. Trevor could hardly contain a cry out as he gazed upon a bunch of bloody towels; paper ones that almost spanned the length of the big bin. Trevor forced to pull away from it, hesitating before pushing the lid down.

            In the blackness he knelt, churning from the traces of red streaks on the rubbed out paper that was curdled up and soot soaked. Understandably, he hadn’t feigned away at the disposery. It sickened his whole head and belly and at the ends of his fingernails. Where he was now in the scope of the room was not for certain; He could check out the rest of the opposite side if he felt so. Trevor shined the light and pressed a second screen to his phone to get a better look. It was mostly a sign of a generator or where one would be and there was a box on the wall he was on. It didn’t have a label on it.

            Trevor nudged, well practically booted the lid-top to see if there was something else. He noticed a whole lot of trinkets for putting stuff up on the wall, and a much larger facet for who knows what. Not to mention a separator and some tools. But, this wasn’t a toolbox. The hard casing on the box was a dense metal. Trevor didn’t know what type. Either it wouldn’t break apart or it did mean it was meant to carry anything in a secure method. Trevor was exigent and antsy and wanted to go for the door. He had to leave. Shutting the box and clicking its top back into a small crank with e bottom of his foot.

            Running out and reaching back for the door, which he made close by pulling the door back and hitting at its left framed with his palm and left leg. It cracked shut with a smack to the low of its hinge and his toe bone. So, he was in the perimeter of the factory and prepared to flounce over to the car. He flurried past trees and hopped the creek. Brustling all sort of foliage to the trail. Pairing to the hood of his car when he flashed for the car door where he couldn’t see. Locked. He pressed the auto-unlock and jerked the handled up and out. Mashing the door locks behind himself, he turned his car around and got out of there; heading up the street when he exited the unused lot.

            Trevor placed his hand on his head. He was breathing hard and could feel sweat cold against his skin on his clothes. He slowed down for the time being. He couldn’t regain his self-control. He pulled over, looking down at his legs while he caught his breath. He didn’t know what it would be that would make a mess like the one he’d seen in that building. Nasty, putrid, far-gone and smelly was what was in that hovel at one time. He still didn’t feel fine; at that, he had dusted off his clothes and they stuck to him with sweat. Trevor looked around vehicle. There were houses forward and all around, and an apartment place right next to him. He came to realize he was parked in front of the entrance to it. Though, it was after midnight, so it wasn’t very much an issue. He braked under the moon and street lights. Fixing his accelerated awareness and mood; he put his eyes on the row that was back behind his vision. Cocking his head far-right, he soon saw that a girl was sitting criss-crossed on the ground; twiddling her fingers and also leering at the car.

            Likely that she lived there. But, Trevor sat there lit up, the steaming engine; headlights on. Trevor opened his eyes and sat up trying to see what she looked like. All he saw was a black mass and more black hair muddled and dripping down. She was definitely staring in the direction of the car. He could tell by the way she was leaned out; trying to get her head as close to what she was looking at as possible. Trevor turned his head away and shifted into low-drive. He turned on his high beams. He didn’t want to seek any extra lead and wouldn’t start now.