Logan got out of the bed and stretched before getting dressed. Sunlight fell in through the window creating a sort of distant peace in the room. Between the light and the silence, the town almost felt normal. It was a rare moment, and only happened in those waking minutes, but sometimes it was enough. Other days it felt like a disgusting lie; today felt somewhere in between.
Logan pulled the pants on before flinging the shirt over his shoulders and rubbing a hand through his hair. It was messy, like always. He closed those sharp green eyes and took a deep breath before the gunshot was heard.
Instantly he was alert. His own firearm was in his hand and he edged towards the door. Logan breathed deeply for a moment as he listened for any other sign of violence. There weren’t the screams of the demons that usually accompanied an attack. There wasn’t the ripping of flesh and the spattering of blood. It was simply just the shot. Slowly Logan pulled the door back before sneaking into the hallway and pointing the gun both directions as he made himself aware of his entire surroundings. The man tried to remember which direction the gunshot most likely came from. Strafing against the wall, Logan reached a corner and turned, hearing another gunshot. The man furrowed his brow and frowned. The only sound was the gun. There had to be something going on, no one in the group just wasted ammo like that. He glanced around the corner but saw nothing. There was a third gunshot and Logan glanced upwards.
Whoever was doing the shooting was higher up. Logan broke into a run and slammed into the door to the stairwell. Taking the steps two at a time it wasn’t long before he was on the second floor. A fourth gunshot came from even higher. Logan ignored the second floor and bounded up towards the third floor. After busting through the door, he aimed down the hallway and tried to see through the dark. The windows had been barred and wood was placed over them.
From down the hallway, the man could hear other footsteps. They didn’t sound like a demon’s, but they weren’t familiar either. Logan clicked on the flashlight on his side and heard a scream in the distance. ‘s**t,’ he thought, trying to decide whether or not to throw caution to the wind. It wasn’t the most intelligent thing to do, but the man dashed down the hallway, keeping the gun up. Room 305, 304… Logan turned the corner. Room 306, 307… He stopped. Inside he could hear scratching. It was mesmerizing, a sort of rhythmic sound against the silent air. Logan slowed his breathing to match what he was hearing before readying his gun and opening the door quietly.
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