506 The Flood, Ch. 19


Chapter Nineteen

On my second whistle, princess came running. 

"There's somebody here."

The voices got quiet. Then, "Let's get out of here. They're probably calling the cops." 

"What cops? There are no cops. Everyone evacuated. I'm going in there."

"They probably have guns."

"Exactly."

For the record, I don't have a gun. If you do own a gun, your odds of dying by gunshot, go up six hundred percent. Of those, half are suicides.

"He fucking bit me!" and then a yelp. Dozer came flying down the stairs. When he saw me in the doorway, he executed a quick turnaround. He looked up at me, about to bark, but didn't.

There's a creak on the deck above. Another one on the steps coming down.

Closing and locking the door, I retreated further into the hallway. Panicked, I thought of the leftover chain from when I made the dinghy anchor. Groping in the dark I found it. Clink, clink, clink.

Outside the door, I see the shadow of a person looking in. Can they see me? They try the door. It's locked. They smash the glass. Reach in. 

"Dozer, good boy," I wish I had him on leash as I retreat through the door behind me, the last door of defense. I hold my keychain in one hand. This would be a bad time for a reset.

"Get out of here!" I yell, rattling the chain.










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