Jack sat down in the middle of the snowy road.
"Jack move your ass! This isn't time for rest." Max yelled with her might but Jack wasn't hearing it all. All he was doing was looking front with blank eyes. His emotionless eyes were not getting any response from Jack. Did go down to History?
"You! You fu*king... " Max couldn't help but it swore as her frustration was building up inside. There's a limit of how much she could endure Jack's dumbfounded absurd act.
"I don't understand this. Are seriously snapped or you're acting it." Max gazed at Jack with death threats in her eyes. However, Jack's stare was wandering around admiring the beauty of nature.
Being more frustrated, Max stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar "Just stop the act! I'm warning you. If you don't come back to your sense, I would definitely murder you here, right on this lonely road." Max's eyes were filled with intense resentment. She was sure to be a murderer in no time. But Jack was still playing dumb. He was mentally unstable. His broad shoulders were clouded with snow.
The night was getting darker. The silence of the dark was noticeable. Max's feet were getting swallowed in the snow.
Max made a deep sigh and let off his collar and stepped back. Her hands were getting colder so she warmed them with a hot breathe. She then looked right and left to find a place to stay. To her fortunate, she found a rather shady hut-like inn. Her hands were freezing so her body. Averting her gaze from the INN to Jack and back to the Inn several times, she finally made a decision.
"Get up, We can stay in that Inn. I think it would be okay. Ahh! Why do I have to babysit you? This is disheartening." Nevertheless, she somehow managed to get to the Inn with Jack although it took more time than it would normally.
The Inn was crooked with a black atmosphere. The entrance was nothing fancy. At first glance, it looked just like an old wooden hut as in horror movies. This is because it was out of business. You could tell that at first look. After entering Max found an information booth or so-called reception. Behind that table was no one. Not a single soul can be found there. But then why was it opened? Max was a bit confused she tried to remember the sign in front of the shop written 'OPEN'. It was hanging out. Did she get it wrong because of the freezing snow? Probably not.
The wooden table was half broken with an old rusty torn apart book on it. It was so engrossed with dust that not even a person could read what's written on the cover page. The white bulb was flickering with a bit of shadow add to it. Behind the reception table, there was a small space for the receptionist to stand and behind. that space there was a considerable amount of detailed painting. A totally abstract painting. It was based on Japanese history. This made sure that this Inn was styled according to Japanese culture.
Max couldn't stand anymore while holding the large body of Jack on her tiny shoulders. She dumped him in a corner as if he was a burden to her. Jack fall flat on the ground and dead to mind the harsh behavior rather he was smiling like an idiot.