006. 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐦

                                    

                                          

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「 six. I don't mean to make your heart blue
but couldn't we be what we're meant to be
I'm just about to beg you please . 」




THE MUSEUM WAS A TALL BUILDING WITH COPPER-COLOURED WALLS AND GREENERY ADORNING IT. It stood tall between its plant-infested surroundings, standing out like a shiny penny.
The doors were ajar, with endless vines twisting their way inside and out. The twin doors were covered in fungus, leaking out like a tidal wave through the towering museum.
"You gotta be kidding me." Ellie breathed out, looking up at the building in disbelief.
"Well, there's a way across from the top floor." Tess commented, examining the building anxiously.
"Oh, brilliant." Lizzie added, sparing the woman a sarcastic glance.
"We used to do it all the time."
Joel creeped forward, his hand ghosting over a twisted vine of cordyceps. The man picked up his gun, slamming it onto the vine and creating a gaping wound. "It's bone dry. Could mean they're all finally dead in there."
Joel walked back over to the three, nodding his head alongside Tess. The two knelt to the ground, unzipping their backpacks and pulling out various items.
"What are you guys doing?" Lizzie asked, sharing a confound glance with Ellie.
Joel looked up from his bag, narrowing his eyes. "What, Marlene not pack you one of these, bug?" Lizzie gave him an unamused huff as he referred to their earlier conversation. "Or she just pack you sandwiches."
"Calm down, Gunman." Lizzie sighed, both her and Ellie kneeling to pull out their flashlights. Lizzie pulled Bellamy's leash impossibly closer to her. Bellamy would defend not only her but himself too. She knew that. But she wanted just to be careful.
"Okay, so," Tess began, "more ground rules. We're gonna go slowly. If we come up against anything, you get behind us and ya stay there, okay?" When both girls nodded, she carried on, "The dog. It listens to you, right?" Tess asked the blonde who nodded in return, "Good. Keep him quiet." 
Bellamy was more wolf than dog. That's how Elizabeth seen him. He growled a lot, barked much less. He was a fierce dog, despite he's recently playful nature. If he sensed something, or seen something unsettling, he was prepared to kill it. Luckily, he wasn't too much of a vocal dog.
Tess nodded, pulling out her gun and holding it in her opposite hand that her flashlight was in. "I have a spare hand." Ellie added, gesturing to the gun.
"Yeah, and I've been trained to use guns, you know. I can use one." Lizzie commented. She'd came prepared with weapons. She carried to knives, one sharp, one small.