What does it feel like to be heading upstairs, only for a corpse to roll to a stop right in front of you—face covered in blood, eyes wide, staring right at you?
The man was so terrified his heart nearly leaped out of his chest. His pulse hammered as a panicked scream tore from his throat. The three red bags in his hand dropped to the ground.
"What's wrong, Dad?" "What happened, honey?" Two figures burst out of room 2709. One brandished a club and the other a kitchen knife as they rushed to the man's side.
Bell, who had been standing guard in front of River Larkin's door, was startled by the scream and looked over. He started cursing, "Screaming, screaming, what the hell are you screaming about, you motherf—"
He never finished his sentence. He had just spotted the corpse, its eyes wide open in death. The words died in his throat.
"Someone's dead!" The man's heart rate was slowly returning to normal, though his face was still pale. He pulled his wife and son back a few steps.
