Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 5, 2007 20:34:09 GMT -5
From the downstairs Murray heard a heavily accented voice say "Come down. We hear you!" Accompanied by some indistinguishable murmuring. Sliding his Baretta 92G Elite II out of his bag and into his hand he headed out of the room and towards the stairs. He didn't want to cause any trouble, but he knew that some people didn't take well to visitors. After steadying his shaking, exhausted hands, he held the gun ready, but to the side. He saw a striking woman in an evening gown at the bottom of the stairs and heard what sounded like a zombie banging against metal.
He locked eyes with woman at the bottom of the stairs and said, "Sorry about your window. I was just wondering if I could crash here for a while."
He locked eyes with woman at the bottom of the stairs and said, "Sorry about your window. I was just wondering if I could crash here for a while."
