duplicity ;

“Get off!” Honestly, it wasn’t hard to get the dead person off of her. Just a push and it went flying. But, she was left covered in blood and dirt, and it was a feeling she hated above all else.

Setting her jaw, Niki swallowed hard. I haven’t seen another living human in who knows how long. She rubbed her hands on her upper arms, to keep her warm. The night air in the desert was cold.

Her footsteps were soft on the floor of the old hotel. And the gun at her hip kept good time as she walked. She walked slowly, hoping that her footsteps wouldn’t alarm any other night stalking (and day for that matter) creatures to her presence, but the floorboards weren’t exactly stable and one wrong step could result in a –

– creak–