That Cat Is Weird
Part 1 - Blue
Chapter 11
Melvin
note:
As promised.
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(11) Melvin
*The darkness was fading away.
Sort of.
Slowly.
And memories of what had happen was unveiling.
Slowly.*
« Hey! Are you alright? Hey! Stop! Stop! »
*Why wasn't she like that stupid Dov? Why didn't she ask to carry her gun around?
Why?
Was she supposed to shout "police"?
Orgh! Quit it Gail! Man up! You're screwed. So man up. You're a cop not a baby. Fuck.
Wake up!
Wake up!
But I'm so cold now … *
« Hey! Stop! Stop! Police! »
*Wake up Gail Peck.*
Glass on the floor.
Smell of gasoline and sweat.
And? Blood maybe.
Her eyes were hurting. She shut them close again.
Head hurting. Inside. Outside.
She hopped she hadn't one right now.
A head, that is. Yeah. She hoped she hadn't got a head right now.
No human noise. No breathing. No nothing.
She was cold. It was nightfall now.
Her thoughts were slow. And random.
She could hear a … Ventilation machine. Maybe. A big one though.
A factory?
Was she in a factory?
Did she shouted "police"?
She wasn't certain of that.
*Did I?
Gail!*
- I'm awake. I am …
Her voice sounded hoarse and strange. Echoed. It was night. Her hands were moving slowly. She searched her phone.
Nothing.
She could barely move.
A dog barked outside. Was it far?
- Hey! Someone!
She tried to yell but she could barely feel her lips and tongue. So it was more a whisper.
Steps? Was it steps?
The sound of gravel. It was going away wasn't it?
Another sound was coming closer. Fast.
Her mind was slipping again.
*Help.*
- Melvin! Melvin! Come back! Melvin!
Soon she could smell the dog's breath.
Hear him walking around. Happy. He was lightly moaning. Like if he was the one in pain.
Or trying to speak.
*Hey Melvin.*
She passed out again. Hearing the voice that called the dog before and running steps.
This time she knew it was approaching.
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See, qbonbon, no need to worry^^
I'm sometimes good to my people.
She's not lost anymore!