I DO NOT OWN INGRID OR THE YOUTUBERS LISTED IN THIS STORY or Warehouse 13, Covert Affairs or Saving Grace, Glee OR BORN TO DIE BY LANA DEL RAY.
Ingrid's Journey
-A Dark World Prequel
Chapter 11:
Ingrid's POV
Night was settling in. The car was running out of gas. We were in Colorado and had to stop off by a run downed motel off the major highway. Finally we were starting to see more people out and about. It had been a while and there was dead bodies along the roads, horrible sick things covered in blisters and filth. Whatever they once were, they weren't humans anymore. We pulled into the motel parking lot and heard the engine cut out. We had just made it. Annie sighed and put the car in park. Cold fog iced up our windshield and windows. I looked over at Annie in the sudden darkness. Shadowy lights flickered in from the lamp post outside. I looked up at the motel. Clearly there hadn't been anyone in the office. The windows had long since broken in and old mattresses littered the ground.
"Should we…just go in there?" I asked.
"Grab a gun from inside the drawer," she said.
"You have guns?" I asked.
She nodded at the drawer. I opened it up and found two handguns. Annie took one and I took the other. I opened my door and we walked outside. Annie shut her door and I shut mine. We walked outside and the cool Denver air blew through the parking lot. The night was all around us. Death was almost in the air. I breathed out and misty breath poured into the air. I pushed it away and walked over to the office. Annie slowly turned the knob and opened the door. She went inside and had a look around. When she returned she was holding a key. We started walking off to the room when we heard noises. Annie and I froze and looked around. It seemed to be coming from somewhere inside of the motel. I looked at all of the rooms. The motel was still but there was still noises. They seemed to grow larger until I recognized it as music?
"Hi Who me?. Why?" Voices repeated.
Doors opened and a brown haired girl with a large noise came out, "Feet don't fail me now. Take me to the finish line. Oh, my heart, it breaks. Every step that I take. But I'm hoping that the gates. They'll tell me that you're mine."
A blonde girl came out. She had stunning blonde hair and a strong sense about her.
"Walking through the city streets, is it by mistake or design. I feel so alone on a Friday night. Can make it feel like home. If I tell you you're mine."
Tons of people came out now, "It's like I told you honey. Don't make me sad. Don't make me cry. Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough I don't know why. Keep making me laugh. Let's go get high. The road is long, we carry on, try to have fun in the meantime." They sang.
The choir of teenagers walked down the staircase. The evening fog was drifting in from the hills behind the motel.
"Come take a walk on the wild side. Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain. You like your girls insane. So choose your last words, this is the last time." All the girls sang.
"'Cause you and I…we were born to die." The big nosed girl sang.
"Lost but now I am found. I can see that once I was blind. I was so confused as a little child. Try'na take what I could get. Scared that I couldn't find. All the answers, honey." The boys sang.
"Don't make me sad, don't make me cry. Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough I don't know why. Keep making me laugh. Let's go get high. The road is long, we carry on, try to have fun, in the meantime." They all sang.
Then the blonde girl sang again, "come take a walk on the wild side, let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain. You like your girls insane. So choose your last words, this is the last time. 'Cause you and I, we were born to die."
The entire group chanted, "We were born to die. We were born to die. Come take a walk on the wild side. Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain. You like your girls insane. Don't make me sad, don't make me cry. Sometime love is not enough and the road gets tough I don't know why. Keep making me laugh. Let's go get high. The road is long, we carry on. Try to have fun, in the meantime." They ended.
I looked at Annie and she looked at me. The blonde haired girl and the brown haired girl with the big nose walked up to us. The fog had surrounded the rest of them and made them look ghastly and hidden.
"I don't know whether to clap or be worried." Annie said.
"We all use to go to McKinley High School. We were in the Glee Club, singing is…kind of our thing." The blonde said. "I'm Quinn Fabray." She said.
"I'm Rachel Berry." The other said.
After she told us who each of the members of the Glee Club was they looked at us.
"You're Ingrid!" A girl shouted.
I looked through the mist. There was a thinner brown haired girl smiling at me. She didn't look like the rest of them. She looked like she'd had a troubled life before this.
"Yes, I'm Ingrid Conard." I said. "This is Annie Walker."
"Hi," Annie tucked her gun away.
"Did you and Luke get married?" the girl asked. "My name is Marley Rose."
"Yeah, a while back." I smiled.
"That's great, I use to watch all of your videos back in Ohio." She smiled.
"Thanks," I said.
"What wait videos? Is she like…a…you know." A dumber kid, Quinn had called Puck asked.
"No! She isn't a prostitute. She runs a makeup channel and video blogging channel on YouTube and she sings with her now husband Luke!" Marley said.
"Do I look like a whore or something? That's like the sixth time I've been asked that." I asked Annie.
"No," she shook her head.
"So…like…where are you headed?" a taller man who looked confused asked.
"We're headed to Oregon and Los Angeles." Annie said.
"You're welcome to stay here for the night and there is an empty car lot a few miles ahead." A girl said.
"Yes, Santana. But it's not a few miles. More like half of one." Quinn said.
"Well thanks," I said. "Anywhere specific you want us?" I asked.
"Room 17, is the only empty one left." Rachel said.
"Thanks." Annie and I walked to it.