121 What Lies Beyond the Crimson Door (1/2)
\”We're here,\” I said as I looked at the rusted red door at the end of the murky and dark stone hallway.
\”I-is that the exit?\” The silver man asked with a nervous grin plastered on his stupid, stupid face.
\”Unfortunately not, my dear friend, silver,\” I said to the silver man with a gentle smile while tapping his back. However, if given a chance, I would have wanted to smack the ever living holy blessing out of his empty head with one full smack! OH LORD, GIVE ME PATIENCE NOT TO END THIS MAN RIGHT HERE AND NOW!
\”I see...\” The silver man said with a dejected tone. Wait, did he seriously think that this is the end? How dumb can this man truly be!?
\”So what do we have to do now, father?\” The nurse said as he stood beside me while looking at the rusted door. However, I could see with the way she purposely moved away a few inches from me that she's still disgusted with the fact that I just hugged the bloodied stranger earlier.
\”We need flesh!\” The bloodied man said as he pointed his grease-filled finger at the rusted red door. \”Wait for me, friends, I will hunt rats for all of us!\”
\”There's no need for that!\” The policeman groaned as he pinched the area between his eyes. \”... right?\” He said with a dubious look while looking at me.
Sincerely, I would have wished that the bloodied stranger would leave and 'hunt rates' for us, so we can get rid of him, but here we are now! Ugh...
\”Well, yes, we don't, in fact, need to hunt rats, my friend!\” I said to the bloodied stranger with a profound deepness in my smile. I wish they could not see the way my veins pulsate out of my forehead for trying my hardest to contain my anger. \”I believe there's a plastic container inside of your yellow body bags that contains raw, meat, correct?\” I said while gently pointing my hand towards the nurse's body bag.
They then swiftly moved and opened their body bags to see what lies inside of it, and the four of them gasped with joy after seeing that there is, indeed, a substantial plastic container inside of their bags. When they opened the tight lid of the plastic box, they saw that there's a chunk of raw pig's meat in it, sending a foul smell all over us, which indicated that the pig must have been slaughtered in a rather uncompromising state. Perhaps it was ill before it died, but it was butchered anyway.
\”What are we supposed to do with this, father?\” The salesman said while looking at the meat in his plastic container with a noticeable scowl on his face. He then pinched his nose tightly, trying his hardest not to whiff any of its heavy odor.
\”Do any of you have any ways to slice a small portion of one of your raw meats?\” I said while moving my head around us with a nonchalant smile.
The policeman then instinctively moved his hands on his bulging pocket and was about to take something from out of his slacks when he suddenly stopped himself from doing so. Wordlessly, he stepped away from us with a knowing gaze.
Hmm... Whatever was that supposed to mean? Oh well, I hope he doesn't know that I saw whatever it is that he did there.
\”Well?\” I said once more while retaining my usual smile as I ignored the way the policeman allowed himself to be left out of the limelight for once. \”We really need to have something to cut the meat to pieces before we could move on.\”