When the body slumped to the floor, Martin lifted himself to a crouch on the stairs. He looked for more signs of movement, of which there were none. But he could hear something from somewhere within. There was someone else here, and they definitely heard the gunshots. They would be heading this way. But where were they coming from? Though he was certain they’d cleared downstairs, he was hesitant to go back down. He decided to risk it and try something else.
He quickly double checked the stairs behind them before grabbing Anita and hauling her forward with him, completely prepared to battle against the resistance he expected, but that did not come. Martin stood tall with his gun in one hand and Anita in the other, but the moment they reached the corpse, he pushed her ahead of him and into the nearby bedroom.
Instead of rushing inside, Anita looked at the man lying against the doorframe, and then crouched down, grabbing for his wrist. The man didn’t have a pulse.
Meanwhile, Martin quickly scoped the bedroom to be sure they weren’t going to run into any more trouble. Once cleared, he moved back toward the hall, where he saw Anita, still hunched over the dead man.
“You killed him,” she said, not turning to look at him. Martin could feel the disappointment and fear in her words, but he didn’t blame her. He looked to the body. The bullet wound in the dead man’s chest bled free, staining his dark blue shirt crimson.
It wasn’t the first time he’d killed another human, and sometimes, it was just part of the job. That didn’t make him feel much better about it.
Once he double checked that the man was dead, he crouched beside Anita and had her help him push the corpse from the bedroom doorway. It wasn’t a pleasant job, and the blood from the man’s chest pooled on the white carpet when he turned over. They both then stood and rushed into the bedroom, quietly clicking the door shut and locking it before having a chance to explain to Anita what he thought was happening. He pulled her along with him onto the other side of the room and waited, though he was careful to give them more than enough clearance from the door.
The noises that Martin heard before became louder, and they manifested as voices when they reached the body outside the bedroom door.
“Shit,” said a man outside, but Martin could tell that English wasn’t their first language. From the tone of their voice, Martin figured that they hadn’t expected one of their own to be killed; rather, that they would have gotten one themselves. Though he wasn’t capable of deciding what nationality they were from one word, he was curious as to what they were. It would tell him a lot about what he was dealing with. After some shuffling around on the other side of the door- he assumed to move the body- they began to speak in an entirely different language. It was something Asian for sure, he was thinking Korean.
He had no clue what they were saying, but their conversation soon changed to a whisper. When he heard nothing at all, the bedroom’s door handle jiggled. All went silent again, but Martin knew what would happen next, and began to move as fast as he could. He grabbed Anita and bolted toward one of the windows.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow…..)
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