"i am not going down there." There's no way I'm doing that; it practically screams "death sentence."
"The guy wouldn't have told us to come here if he wanted to kill us."
"and you trust him." There's no way he does, right?
"Tch, no why would I trust him? I'm just saying if he were going to kill us, he wouldn't do it right now; there's someone who already knows what happened to us."
Oh, right, the lady who worked at the steakhouse. " i guess you do have a point." I reluctantly decided to step out of the elevator.
"Ehe lady's first." With a bow, Aqrim pointed his arm out the door.
I really hate this fucker, "i hate you."
"Likewise." He said with a shit-eating grin.
Taking each of my steps slowly, I can hear the creaking of the floor. It sounded like this floor was unstable. "we are on the third floor, and it's creaking!"
"Stop complaining; it's not going to fall, I think."
"wow, real helpful there." Taking more steps, the silence was getting to me; it was too quiet. The sound of my footsteps was almost silent. The creaking and the silent footsteps were horrible. Looking in front of me, the door seems to be a couple of meters away from us.
"why is the room so far away?" Complaining while taking slow steps. The room is too damn far; I don't think the building had this much width. Someone, please kill me.
More steps were taken; I could see we were almost halfway now. It's taking too long because I don't want the floor to break. But just when I was about to sigh a sigh of relief. *Crash!* a chunk of the ceiling fell behind me... "let's go back; i can sleep in the lobby."
"While this is a bad sign that's saying "Head back or else you die," I say we move on forward because if we don't, we'll have to sleep in the cold again."
Oh, come on, "you don't even get affected by the cold. why should it matter to you?"
"It might not affect me, but a blanket is still a blanket, and if you're so damn afraid, even when you aren't showing it, start running for the door!"
"oh, fuck it!" Taking his advice into account, we both ran for the door. As I ran, I looked behind us and *Crash!* there were multiple parts of the ceiling coming down towards us! "faster, faster, run faster!"
"That was definitely a bad idea." He said it with a hearty laugh. "Why would you even suggest that?"
"i wanna kill you so bad!" I was running faster than ever as the roof was falling behind us, and now I could see the reach of the door. "closer!" I crashed myself into the door. It busted open. I fell on the floor and rolled over.
"That was fun." He said it with a teasing laugh.
"HEY DALE, IF YOU'RE GOING TO COME IN HERE, DON'T BREAK THE DO-" He said with a slight pause, "Who the hell are you guys?"
"dale said we can stay here."
"OH! That fucker, really? I told him I didn't want any roommates."
"yeah... he said we could stay here," I said while trying to pull myself off of the ground.
"Well, goddamn, the names Jimmy... Jimmy Johnson." He said to me, offering his hand with a handshake.
Taking his hand in for a firm handshake. "william walvis, and i must say your parents must have really loved sandwiches."
"Yeah, fuck you too; I hate my goddamn name; people keep telling me to make them sandwiches; I hated my parents for that. And I hate you for bringing it up." He said, moving his hand away from the handshake and giving me the middle finger.