Chapter Twenty-One:
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Jace knelt down and gave the blood stain a feel. Still wet. He thought. He stood up and glanced around the empty hallway. What happened here? He felt something watching him from a distance. I should go check on Clary and the others. He walked over to Clary's door. Jace reached into his pocket and found that it was empty. Shit, she took back her key… He knocked on her door three times. He waited for her to come. He glanced at his watch. 5:46. He knew she would kill him for waking her up so early.
After a minute, she still didn't come to the door. He knocked louder this time. Still no answer. He told himself not to freak out, and that Clary is safe and sound in her room.
But in this case, he knew it wasn't true. "Clary." He called in front of her door as he pounded his fist on it. "Clary, open the door." He jerked the knob a few times.
He heard a door fly open, but it wasn't Clary's. "Jace, what happened?" Isabelle said, rubbing her half closed eyes.
Jace turned to Isabelle. He saw only a fraction of her face. Nearly all the lights were out. He pointed to the blood on the carpet. "The blood on the floor's fresh and Clary isn't in here." He wanted to punch something hard. How didn't I wake up? What did happen to her?
"Oh no…" Isabelle scrunched up her hair. She picked her head up. "We need to tell the others."
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Light and woozy…everything is…okay. I'm safe now. No problems.
Clary was snapped out of her concussion. She was thrown onto the floor. She heard a door slam shut. It took her a while to move again, but she finally realized that her hands were free. She used her hands to push herself up from the cold, hard floor. Clary turned around and saw a black-masked man staring at her through a door.
I'm gonna kill him. All of them. She charged for the door, going anything but straight. She fumbled for the knob and it wouldn't turn. The world was spinning, but she could see the man turning away. "Stop!" She yelled and kicked at the door. It was useless. He was already gone. He seemed to have slipped through another door entirely made of brick.
She turned around in the utter dark silence. The only light was coming from outside of a door at the far end of the hall. Clary reached into her back pocket and prayed her gun was still there. When her hand clutched a firm substance, she breathed out. She had the slightest twinge of hope.
She was suddenly hit with the idea that there was a wall blocking the door behind her. I shouldn't waste my bullets. She decided to go down the hall and try to find an exit there.
Slowly, she walked down the deserted hallways. Soon, she came to an opening. Clary realized that it looked a lot like some kind of abandoned lobby. There were sofas, pillars, tables and other stuff you would find in any hotel. With a sudden feeling of danger, she took out her gun again. Her palms were sweaty and her heart was beating abnormally.
She picked up her pace, wanting to get out of here more than anything. Clary ended up running to the end of the hallway. She peered in through the glass of the door.
All of a sudden, a bloody hand smacked onto the window, making Clary let out a scream. She inched closer to the door. A Walker. And behind it was a hundred more.
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Hi guys…sorry I haven't updated in the past few days. I've been too busy watching a Knicks games…and just hoping my Jeremy Lin would come back after his injury. I was supposed to make this chapter longer, but then I found out some bad news. Lin most likely won't return for the season due to a tore in his left meniscus (knee). So hopefully I'll be updating more often now that I can't watch him anymore…Pray for him please guys, I've been crying all night. :(
~Beanie Wayland