Chapter 349 - Chapter 138: Block Party

Jocelyn said the numbers dropped significantly. We started out with 46, it's about 31 now. These mangles is looking for some bodies, I just know it.
After a two-hour drive, we make it to Blul South. I park my car against this church building. It's people still up and walking. "Y'all vampires?" asks a black woman with a ashy face. "We got food and water for y'all at the parlor."
"Thank you!" Jocelyn thanks her and heads up the street. I get out the car, "What about beds?"
"You can try Little Denwoark." she points in the direction. "It's a little hotel. That should keep you."
"What's yo name?" I ask. "Cleopatra. I work in the mines, that's how we get money going over here."
It looks like a southern ghost town. There's even a child riding a sheep. "If I see another farm animal..."
Little Denwoark ain't the greatest hotel but it's bigger than a motel and that is what matters. When you walk in, you see the burgundy carpet and the desk with various books behind it including a file cabinet. I approach the counter, "Y'all need my telephone number, age, blood type and religion?" I jest.
"Where you coming from?" a lady gets up from a desk. She's popping gum, "I'm Willa. You need a room?"
"Yeah... I got 2k on me." She whistles, "Keep it."
"Good money."
"Keep it." She gets a wooden board. "Give me your name."
"Samhill Heavens." I hate scratching of a pencil. And she's smacking gum? "Ok. First floor room, you get T38." she directs. "T38?"
"Top 38."
"Can I ask you something?"
"My breasts are real. I'm mixed, honey." I didn't need to know. "No, y'all got like mechanic?"
"They all dead. So, if you wanna knock on somebody's grave, Be my guess." she pops the gum. "Alright, thank you."
I get to my room and I'm sick of seeing werewolves. I mean this bitch was standing up near a wall in the hallways with a cat between his teeth. He goes down chairs, and Willa starts yelling, "I'm sick of yo ass biting cats and shit. Last week you got Camelia pregnant! I'm puttin' yo ass outside!"
"Willa, calm down..." the wolf huffs.
I make it to my room and take my shoes off. I didn't realize how tired I was until my head hit that pillow. I just want days to myself.
I don't know how long I was asleep, but I felt a breeze. I woke up and went to the window to close it. It opened again. I pulled it down, I really made sure it was down. It stayed closed and I leave the room for a minute.
I feel in my back pocket and I have two sticks of weed broken but smokable. Nobody's at the desk or in the lobby. There's a broom near the door and I use it to crack it while I'm outside.
I light my weed and puff out so relief. It looks creepy outside but it's peaceful. The bar is open and it's a bit loud.
I get done smoking and head back to my room. I go into my room and the window is open. I close it and it opens.
I sigh, I'll worry about it in the morning.
.
.
.
In the morning, I went downstairs and the front door was open. I went out and in the middle of the dirt road is a being at least seven feet long. The head of ostrich, gangly human legs with three knees and the arms of a hawk's feet. In the mangles clutches is a child. "My baby!" a mother screams. "Give me my baby!"
"Goddamn it Helena! It's still breathing!" a man pulls her away. I get close to the crowd and he didn't lie. This thing is lying flat with it's eye still rotating. You can hear its wheezing. "uǝʌɐǝɥ uᴉ ʇɹɐ ɥɔᴉɥʍ ɹǝɥʇɐꓞ ɹnO :ǝʎ ʎɐɹd ǝɹoɟǝɹǝɥʇ ɹǝuuɐɯ sᴉɥʇ." It's eye continues to move as his beak goes up and down. "·uǝʌɐǝɥ uᴉ sᴉ ʇᴉ sɐ ʻɥʇɹɐǝ uᴉ ǝuop ǝq ʅʅᴉʍ ʎɥꓕ ·ǝɯoɔ ɯopɓuᴉʞ ʎɥꓕ ·ǝɯɐu ʎɥʇ ǝq pǝʍoʅʅɐH."
"What's it saying!"
"My head hurt!"
The ostrich speaks in a deep voice, "·pɐǝɹq ʎʅᴉɐp ɹno ʎɐp sᴉɥʇ sn ǝʌᴉꓨ." His head swirls. "·sǝʇᴉɹɔodʎɥ ǝɥʇ ǝʞᴉʅ ǝq ʇou ʇsnɯ noʎ ʻʎɐɹd noʎ uǝɥʍ puⱯ. ·sɹǝɥʇo ʎq uǝǝs ǝq ʎɐɯ ʎǝɥʇ ʇɐɥʇ ʻsɹǝuɹoɔ ʇǝǝɹʇs ǝɥʇ ʇɐ puɐ sǝnɓoɓɐuʎs ǝɥʇ uᴉ ʎɐɹd puɐ puɐʇs oʇ ǝʌoʅ ʎǝɥʇ ɹoꓞ."
His eyes close and two other men get the girl from the beast talons. But she is already dead. The mother touches the child chest and goes down to her knees. "She ain't got no soul!" she screeches. "What the fuck is going on!"
There is a man in a police uniform with one fang sticking out his mouth. "I'm calling martial law. Everybody get in your homes!"
"SAM!" I look at the hotel and pace my way over there. "Jocelyn Leslie." I stare at him. "Samhill." he scoffs. "Angels is coming down for bodies. I'm surprised Gabriel ain't showed up." he looks out the window.
"Excuse me. But Gabriel ain't mangled, he's an actual angel."
"Boy you only know half the story." he faces me. "We need to get out of town. I didn't expect this."
"And go where?"
"I'm a human being..." says Gianmaria coming downstairs. "What's happening?"
My racism is kicking in. I fake a spanish accent. "Diablo."
He gasps. "La Dama Falsa?"
"What?" says Jocelyn. "La Dama Falsa is out there?" he points at door. He runs back upstairs and Jocelyn chases him. I follow behind and watch the man bust into his room. "What the fuck are you doing!"
"I'm not going back!" Gianmaria yells. I get to the door and Jocelyn is pulling him out the window. "What is doing!" I help Jocelyn drag Gianmaria back in the room. "Let me fucking go!" he protests. "I'm human! I'm human!"
"Now! You don't get to escape after saying that shit. You know something!"
"I don't! Let me leave!" Gianmaria jumps to the door but I catch his clothes and swing him back. "Is La Dama Falsa doing it!"
"I don't know!"
"You a fucking lie!" Jocelyn struggles him. "You know!"
His eyes flip from Jocelyn to me. "Querido Padre Celestial, oh, cómo nuestros corazones luchan por perdonar total y completamente. Te agradecemos por demostrar tal perdón al amablemente..."
I smack Gian across the face. "Nigga, tell it!"
"I--" the window starts moving up and down. What comes up the wall, to the glass is a chimpanzee with gold grillz. This thing has a little ass hand and behind it, a snake's neck with a human head comes up. "It's the breeders!"
"Breeders?" my eye focus on him. The chimpanzee knocks the glass while head cracks it. "What the fuck is breeders!"
"Henri!" he stutters. "It's Henri! He took over!"
The head smacks the glass again and licks it. A naked man comes from above with the hands of a crocodile. His eyes are big like an owl's. "We gotta leave!" yells Jocelyn. The bedroom door bust open.
It's a gorilla...