expired Sam Mikel, snatching him from the hands of Weed and looking around the room initially. They ran it three ways: the one you entered, grated drain hole width at most subway, located several feet above the floor on the wall in the background and a corridor at a slight angle downward, ending with a left-hander. Bones were stretched on their backs, in a somewhat strange shape. All were in place, were only terribly smooth. Samuel went to the skeleton and sat down in a crouching position looking at him. For a moment he fumbled through a crowbar pushing scraps of clothes that were on the bones. It wondered why some of them is even a few inches from the rest. Rags generally looked very damaged. Potential response occurred to itself - behind the grated wastewater was more or less straight away. However, it is possible that some of the time water collects and flows straight through the place where the deceased was lying. This could explain the scraps of material and shifted, bones and soft tissue without a trace, or muscle. Besides - it is not known how many could there be. Logic prompted that quite a long time, but the bones seemed disturbingly ... fresh. Perhaps the prevailing moisture underground.
-I'm outta here, Sam. I do not like here, and in addition we have a corpse
-seemed to me that you do not mind. A moment ago you played some in the car - he threw, not taking his eyes from the skeleton and the surrounding area.
-More than me, it was stupid and regret. Can we go? I do not want to end up like this guy - something made me Mikel simply afraid. A small, important detail that captured but not yet identified.
-If you want to shoot myself in the head. In a hole in the skull after a ball, a guy committed suicide. Revolver, which lies right next to - nudged weed gun - I wonder if it works ... - Samuel took him in hand and stood up. The first time he had something in his hand and was surprised by weight. He thought it would be much lighter. Everything reminded him that this is not a toy, but deadly weapons. He straightened his arm, the goal of choosing the corridor down. He felt how tense his muscles, unaccustomed to holding this type of thing. Fascinated by the focused, trying to calm the tremors. Mikel was lost in their thoughts and before you realized, it was a little too late. Seeing what he intends, he immediately regretted his suspension.
-Sam, whore, put that shit because ...
Samuel pulled the trigger
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