“It’s fine. I’m fine.” He unbuckled his seatbelt. “There are only three of them to chain. Let’s just do this and get it over with.”
Harlow eyed him silently for a moment, before grunting, “If you say so.”
“I do.” Foxx looked at the building again, frowning on noticing just how close the surrounding buildings were. “We won’t be able to set it on fire… It’s…too close to the other buildings.”
“It’ll be tight…and we will have to call the fire department to monitor it, but the ash barrier should keep it contained. It’s big, but not too big…and unlike that one hotel, there isn’t trash fucking everywhere. It would be more of a worry if it was windy tonight, but it’s not.”
“If you say so.” Foxx frowned, staring at the probably twelve inches between the buildings before his gaze flicked back to their target. “There are a lot of people in there… I’d say, probably the fifty that were first estimated, but not on the same floor…though they do seem to be moving around now.”
He tilted his head and tried to listen to just the sounds coming from that direction.
“Vampires, the lot of them… No dead bodies, so it's unlikely we will run across any zombies again. But…there is someone badly injured inside.”
The person’s breathing was labored, and their heartbeat was sluggish in a way that suggested injury and not deep sleep.
“Then Kinley, Hanes’ partner, is alive?”
“We didn’t find his body in the other places, so unless someone else pissed them off, it must be him.”
“What floor?”
“Third. There are others with him. Do you want to clear the three floors below before going there?”
“No, our first objective is to get to the hunter…” Harlow slowly trailed off, the man turning to look at him with an accusing glare. “You didn’t count the first floor as a floor, did you?”
Foxx wrinkled his nose. “I counted the first floor...”
“Not the… Fucking hell, Foxx. The ground flooristhe first floor.”
“No…it’s thegroundfloor. The floor above that is the first.”
“Just get out of the damn car,” Harlow growled. The human got out without another word, slamming the door behind him.
“Why are you getting all pissy?! It’s not my fault you all don’t understand floors!” Foxx huffed as he jumped out.
“Right… It’s all of us that are wrong, not you!” Harlow deadpanned.
“Good of you to realize!” Foxx said sweetly.
Standing there in front of the Jeep, he waited for Harlow to grab whatever he needed to from the boot.
But really, like, why did they have to make it so difficult? Ground floor, first floor, obviously they're not the same thing!
Pulling out one and then the other, he checked to make sure his adorable sparkly rainbow Desert Eagle pistols were ready to go. He hadn’t bothered grabbing them for the first two buildings, but he had after that, because constantly getting blinded by blood splatter due to his close combat fighting had gotten annoying fast.
He definitely needed to majorly clean them later, and replace the chest holster. He doubted the pink would ever return to what it once was with all the blood on it.
Keeping one in his hand, while he re-holstered the other, Foxx glanced over at the sound of a horror filled gasp. He sent the woman nearby a friendly smile, with dimples and everything. Her eyes widened, and like the old man, she fled. Whatever, she was not his problem.
Harlow finally came back around, carrying an armful of thick scripture-covered chains. Foxx, despite saying he’d be fine, found his heart oddly speeding up at the sight of them. He quickly averted his eyes as they approached the building.
“Why don’t you wait by the front door while I chain up the other two,” the human suggested.
“Works for me—” Foxx flinched, his words cutting off at the sound of a scream. He glanced over in disgust at the woman standing a few feet away from them. “Bloody hell, people are so dramatic.”
“Well, we do look like a horror show right now,” Harlow chuckled.
“We cleaned our faces! They could at least appreciate the effort.”
