"My Scientific Best" | The Trio

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• "Eyes lit,
I want short breaths,
I found dark eye lids,
Nice breasts.
Like the summer into rough hands."

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Darryl slammed open the door to Vincent's bedroom. Vincent awoke almost immediately, the sirens outside deafening. Wait, sirens?
   "What the fuck Darryl—"
   "Vincent- we have no signal at all, how have you not heard the sirens BLARING outside?!" Darryl shouted. Vincent leaned up, how common were tornadoes in Florida anyways? Was it even their season?
   Vincent grabbed the phone from his nightstand, not even a single bar was present in the top left corner of his screen. The WiFi here is normally amazing, what the hell...? He was broken out of his thoughts as Darryl continued.
   "Zak and I even tried calling 911, but nobody is picking up. We're going outside to ask some of our neighbors about it, so put your shoes—"
BANG. BANG. BANG.
   "What the fuck!?" Zak shouted from down the hall. Vincent jumped out of his bed, following Darryl to the door, before backing away.
   Somebody was pounding at their door.
   Everything was happening so fast, they all met up for the first time together three days ago.
   "Open the- uHCk- DOOR- OPEN THE DOOR- PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR—" The screams came from outside their apartment, it was a young woman's voice. She sounded terrified. Vincent reached out his hand to unlock the door.
  "Hey- Vincent STOP-" Darryl grabbed his hand, beginning to keep his voice low as he spoke. "We don't know if she's ill or dangerous." The banging stopped, but the stranger's heavy breathing was loud. A few sniffles were heard, it was completely quiet as she spoke.
   "My hand is black- please open- open the door. OPEN THE DOOR- OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR- I'LL KILL YOU, I'LL KILL YOU-"
   Zak stepped back, as did Vincent.
   "The door is locked?" Asked Darryl.
   "Y-Yeah." Zak replied, his voice hoarse. What the hell was happening. The sirens outside were still echoing throughout the city, and Vincent noticed that he was getting goosebumps, his throat was beginning to go dry.
  Suddenly, a loud thump was heard. She fell. Vincent went to unlock the door, but Darryl grabbed his wrist again.
   "I don't trust it."

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   "We need to unlock the door at some point." Vincent argued. They were two stories up in the air, it's not like they could jump out one of their windows.
   "Well, let's wait a bit longer. Do have a signal yet?"
   "No."
   Darryl sighed.
   "We've been up for an hour, we need to do something." The sirens went out about ten minutes ago, and still, Darryl didn't want to go outside. Man, why don't they have a radio? Zak stood up.
   "Let's just wait it out."
   "We've been doing that for the past hour-"
   "I agree with Zak. After our signals get back on, we should be able to contact some people." Darryl suggested. Hah, if their signal get back on, that is.
   But that's when a very real and disturbing thought popped into Vincent's head.

   "...What if she's dead?"
   Darryl and Zak stopped talking. Vincent got up, and approached the door, unlocking it. They weren't stopping him. She may be sick, but what if she's passed out? Or maybe she left? They couldn't keep idle forever. When Vincent finally opened the door, he slammed it shut.
   "Vincent-"
   He ran to the bathroom, not caring to close the door, and leaned over the toilet, beginning to vomit. Oh god, oh god oh god oh GOD.
   "Hey- Vincent...?!" Darryl rushed to his side, Zak following. The smell- blood- there was so much blood. What if he stepped in it, oh my god- her eyes were still open- her neck- he saw her bones- oh god- oh god.
   After about a minute or so, Vincent stopped throwing up, although still leaning over the toilet, coughing. Tears pricked his eyes.
   Zak stepped away, walking towards the door. What the hell was outside their apartment?
   "Don-DON'T—" Vincent choked out.
   Tension filled the room. Darryl began to rub Vincent's back as he let out a few more empty coughs.
   "What's outside the door?"
   ...
   "Vincent?"
   "D-Don't open the door."
   Zak took another step back. "What's. What's outside the door, tell us."
   "We need to leave."
   "What?"
   Vincent stood up, his legs feeling heavy and weak. He felt the sudden urge to scream, he wanted to erase his own memory.
   That woman's body had began to decay within an hour, if not longer. How was she alive, well, when she was knocking. When Vincent opened the door, blood was splattered everywhere, the stranger's hands had been wearing away due to them pounding so hard outside. He didn't want to think about her anymore. He couldn't. Maggots, fruit flies, the stench. A corpse was rotting away right out their apartment. What the fuck.

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   "We need to go find someone."