Part 6

The next morning, Jordan awoke to a door being slammed from downstairs. She slowly walked over to her window and spotted a yellow cab that was parked out front, waiting for someone to come out. Suddenly, Joey walked outside as the driver opened the trunk for him, allowing Joey to throw his things in the trunk.

"I probably did something wrong," Jordan thought, "I'm sure of it."

Once the cab left with Joey inside, she walked down the stairs slowly and spotted Clay at the kitchen table.

"Mornin'," Clay said without looking up, "How're you?"
"Um…hi. I'm OK," Jordan answered, "Where's Joey?"
"He has to go on a business trip to Bellevue. Or so he says."

She nodded and searched for a coffee mug until he asked her if she wanted to do anything. Jordan turned to him as he continued.

"You haven't been out for a few days. I think it might be good for you to... get some air, you know?" He asked.
"OK. But...I...um...might want to get a few things from my apartment. If that's OK," Jordan replied, "So you guys don't have to worry about me borrowing your shirts."

He smiled slightly and replied, "Sure. But I don't mind having you borrow our stuff. Joey, maybe, but not me."

Jordan shrugged and replied, "I don't know if that's a good idea."
"Which? The shirt borrowing or..."
"The whole going out for a walk thing. It's just that...I'm not ready to face anything yet..."
"So I'll go with you."
"Really? You sure?"
"Its not a big deal. Let me just finish up here and I'll get my stuff."

Hours later, they walked over to Jordan's apartment, which was only 10 blocks away from Clay and Joey's place, much to Clay's amazement. The outside of the building looked old and rundown, but the inside was modern and pretty much decent, except for the flickering lights. She didn't see anyone at the front desk, so she searched through the drawers of the desk and found her spare keys, since she lost her other set from the attack.

"You're allowed to do that?" Clay asked once she closed the drawer and walked over to him.
"I'm friends with the landlord slash super," Jordan replied, causing Clay to mouth "oh" as he followed her up the stairs.

Minutes later, Jordan was inside her apartment, gathering some of her own clothes and other items from the bathroom. Before she could head out, she spotted a picture of her mother and father, dressed in their old fashioned wedding attire. As she placed the picture in her duffel bag, she heard something drop from outside. Thinking it was Clay, she poked her head out and called out his name. When she didn't receive an answer, she tried it once again.

Before she could take another step forward, one of the figures who attacked her opened his mouth, revealing his extremely white teeth and fangs, along with his yellow eyes. Jordan screamed and darted down the hallway, but was quickly grabbed and thrown to the floor. She tried to fight him off, but his grip was too strong and firm. He grabbed her throat and tilted her head to the right, preparing to end her life. Before he could sink his teeth into her neck, someone bashed the figure on the back of his head and he fell to the floor, letting go of Jordan as she stood up quickly and walked over to Clay.

"I need a stake," he said firmly, trying to hold the figure down.
"What?"
"Get me a stake! There should be some in my bag!" He yelled.

Jordan noticed a black briefcase and quickly opened it, revealing a bunch of tools that were similar to what she used to watch on TV: a small bottle of holy water, a cross, a hammer, and a bunch of wooden stakes.

"Jordan! Hurry up!"

She ran over to him and handed him the stake and hammer. He grabbed both items from her hands, raised the stake up and began to thrust it deep into the figure's chest, causing it to scream violently as the stake went deeper and deeper. Seconds later, it was dead, and Clay asked a shocked Jordan where the bathroom was.

"Down the hall to your left," Jordan said, holding her head.
He walked inside the bathroom, turned the water on and washed the blood off of his hands.

He then walked back out and replied, "You shouldn't have closed the blinds."

(To be continued...)