Hurricane Harbour || Seth + Sparks
Rooftop access.It said in large red letters at the very end of the hallway. The door itself kind of stood out, for it looked like a service door that contrasted very badly against the withered, once tasteful wallpaper and decor. Seth stared at the red words for a while, considering their options. They could either stay and wait out the story on the top floor, go down till the first floor (which was most probably flooded) and clear the entire building and hole up somewhere closer to ground level or —for some insane reason— go to the roof. Seth contemplated his options without really making an effort to choose one, he simply stood there staring at the big red letters, his hands to his side with his pistol dangling as it aimed at the ground. “Maybe…” he spoke out absentmindedly, more out of obligation than to offer a real answer. Even in the apocalypse, he didnt want to seem rude. “We’ll see.” He continued to stare, then finally moved to his side, picking up his tactical stance.
He walked along the wall towards the second to last door on the hallway. Pressing his ear against the wood, he waited to see if he could hear anything. Nothing. He reached for the doorknob and twisted. Locked. “We’ll wait for the storm to die down here.” He holstered his weapon and took two steps back. “Hole up in one of these rooms,” he raised his knee and loosened his joints, running a little and kicked the door. It faltered but did not give. “Just pray for twin beds.” He grunted as he took the same two steps back again and repeated the kick. The door slammed open with the breaking of wood, and just as it did, Seth drew out his weapon.
The room was dusty and neglected but neat. Small but livable. A bathroom door, some furniture, a couple of chairs, a couch, a small minibar and one queen sized bed. Seth entered and checked every door and corner. Even under the bed. In three minutes, he had cleared the room. He nodded and walked back to the entry door. He peeked out and nodded towards the blonde to get inside. .
The blonde grimaced at his response. Was she such a bad partnership that he had to mull over the simple idea of buddying up with her. They weren’t doing half bad, but then again maybe he’d be doing better on his own. Regardless of what he meant, she followed in step behind her. Her hair still dripping with rain. It wasn’t until now she realized how wet she was, and she was glad for the blanket of shade that hid her skin away. The rain pattered away above them, and she wonder how long this storm would last. She watched as he tried to open the door, but it looked like that door would have to be taken care of later.
She nodded to his instructions, but doubted he noticed. The nameless man was a born leader. Sparks loved to be led, it made life a whole lot easier for her. She watched him kick down the door, her blade rose up on instinct. He made his way inside, and all she could really do was watch from the door as he searched the place. Her eyes wandered for the few moments she could, looking at the mini bar instantly curious for it’s lost treasures. As her eyes registered the room she noticed the large queen bed and realized she’d have to share it with the nameless man. The back of her throat prickled at the thought, but she ignored it. The man had been strictly professional during their whole encounter she doubted it’d make a difference to him.
She stood in the doorway, until he gave her the pass to come in. She immediately went to the mini fridge to see what was stocked, plopping down in front of it. Even though they had scored plenty at the corner store, Sparks never turned down any free food. She groaned when she realized it was mostly fully stocked in alcohol. Sparks had never really been a fan of alcohol, she’d always been underage before all of this and now she just didn’t see the point.
Sparks turned back to the man, “Well we’re fully stocked to party.”
She smiled at him, but she figured the joke fell past him anyways. She turned her body back to him, but still keeping on the ground. Her head tipped upwards to look at him.
“I don’t mind sharing the bed you know..” She said before giving him an alternative. “From up here we should be safe, but we could still take turns keeping watch if you want.”
She imagined being up here alone would be a bit more terrifying especially when night completely hits. They didn’t have any functioning flashlights, so the entire rest of the night would be spent in darkness. It’d probably be boring actually but she figured if it made him uncomfortable, they could spent the night apart. He didn’t seem to want to get to know her anyway.
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