Suggested by Min_Bethany_02, this was a really good idea, and pretty interesting to write!....sorry Sam.
Toby POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The second we get into the hotel, Oliver drags a couch to the door, blocking the entrance.
"...im not waking up to another person trying to get in."
Oliver says blandly, Before jumping back as Conny walks over.
"Oh come on, Oliver, so far ive been good company! If anything its food you gotta worry about."
Conny says.
"You were both being assholes, Oliver was holding a gun to Connys head, and Conny was instigating it."
I say.
"Fehkin hell, your group isnt that well with workin' together, aint it?"
River mumbles.
"We're...surviving."
(Y/n) says.
"Lets just go, we'll pick a room and scavenge the top floor."
Oliver says, slowly stepping away from Conny.
"Think the elevator works?"
I ask.
"If so, the stove could work too."
Oliver says.
"Hell yes, we can make food!"
Conny says with a big smile.
I look over to Sam, he's been a little avoidant of me since i talked to him....so he does know about Jack and Oliver...now he knows i know, i have to do something soon.
"Let's take the stairs, maybe we could get a good source of food from here."
(Y/n) says, walking to the door to the stairs.
"Oi, wait 'fer me!'
River says, running after.
"...do we follow them, or..?"
Conny mumbles.
"Lets search the rooms down here first, maybe we can find food."
I say.
...i dont like knowing (y/n)'s alone with someone, especially if that someone tried to kill me...but i need time planning this.
(Y/n) POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"So, 'yer group is standing on stilts."
River says.
"Yeah, but weve survived and gotten along for the most part."
I say.
"Ah, so you and 'yer group are relyin' on the chance you'll somehow survive 'til you reach....wherever yer goin'."
River says.
"Denver, didnt i already tell you that?"
I ask, River stiffens, fidgeting with the sleeve of their jacket.
"Maybe, i must've spaced out...nothin' else."
River mumbles.
"Things have been going bad in the group lately, Oliver doesnt like Conny, and Tobys been avoiding Oliver, and i keep seeing Toby glaring at someone, but i never find out who, he stops when he sees me looking."
I say.
"He didn't seem to like that rot, maybe hes plottin' to do somethin'?"
River says.
"No, Toby is nice, he wouldn't do something bad."
I say with a smile.
"Hes not my favorite, ill tell ya that much."
River grumbles.
"Oh really? Then who?"
I ask, and once again, River freezes up.
"Eh...I'll tell ya another time."
River says, opening a door, its a hotel room, with suitcases and clothes everywhere, but the beds dont seem to be in bad condition.
"I wonder if any of those fit me...i smell like shit and muertos guts."
I say with a chuckle.
"Count me in if yer gonna loot this place, i could use another shirt, this ones torn to hell."
River says.
I grab a black tank top from a suitcase, it looks like it could fit me, and i could always wear this shirt above it if it gets to cold.
Out of the corner of my eye, i can see another person, peeking into the room, i slowly reach for my axe, then point it directly at the door.
"Woah! Lower the sharp thingy, i dont wanna die this way....if i died to over eating, thatd be a good death."
Conny says, walking inside.
"How long were ya watchin' us?"
River asks.
"...long enough to know theres no food, so im gonna....get food."
Conny says, walking off.
"...he really likes food, doesnt he?"
River mumbles, i dont answer, walking towards a different part of the room.
I walk into the closet and take off my jacket, along with my t shirt, slipping the tank top on, i make sure my bites are still covered by the cloth strips, before opening the closet door and walking out.
"Ah, there ya-..."
River stops mid in their sentence.
"Doesnt look good? Eh, theres more to try anywa-"
"No, its not that! Yer...ya look..."
River struggles, face slowly turning more and more red.
He notices im staring, and freezes again.
"Agh, stop lookin' at me like that!"
River says, putting their hands to their face.
"...so it looks good?"
I mumble.
"Damnit (y/n), im gonna turn into a fehkin' tomato if ya keep this up..!"
River says through their hands, i chuckle at their reaction.
"Well im glad i can pull off tank tops, ill get my jacket and we can keep looking for food, im sure Conny would worship you if you got him a bag of chips."
I say, River stops covering their face with their hands, looking at me with a small smile.
"Damn, yer gonna be the death of me, aint ya?"
River mumbles.
"Whatd ya say?"
I ask.
"I said...let's get some damn food, or ill start tryin'a eat you."
River says.
I stare out the window for a second, seeing the stars that are staring to show, i never stop and just enjoy them...i need to start doing that more.
Toby POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I walk over to Sam, whos talking to the clawed...well, talking at the clawed...i think i got my plan sorted out, for all this..
"Sam, (y/n) asked me to take you to the roof to make sure theres no dead walking up there."
I say, obviously lying..but he wouldnt know that.
"Y-you...and me? Can you take someone else please....?"
Sam says.
"The clawed's coming too, lets go...we dont wanna make (y/n) mad, do we?"
I say, grabbing Sams wrist, the clawed follows behind, i can tell it makes Sam less anxious, but he's still trying to resist.
"Can we do it in the morning...?"
Sam asks, climbing up the stairs with me and the clawed.
"No, not if we want sleep."
I say, we reach the top floor...10 levels, maybe more..
I drag him to the edge, not saying a word, the clawed stops mid way, making weird sounds, like clearing your throat, but...really aggressive.
"Looks like nothings h-here! ...can we please go inside??"
Sam says, struggling to get out of my grip.
"...its nothing personal Sam, i want you to know that."
I say.
"Wh...wait, wait please no! P-PLEASE!"
Sam begs, i yank his body over the edge and let go of him, and his shrill scream falls down along with him, stopping after a feint thump and a sick crack.
...i did it. I killed Sam.
"Wh...y.."
A sick, grow-like voice asks, i turn and see no other than the clawed, with a disgusting black ooze coming from its mouth.
"Did you just...speak?"
I ask, is that why it was clearing its throat? It can speak???
"Why...did...yo..u...s-sam...de..ad.."
The clawed growls, coughing black ooze, its hurting itself to speak.
"Oliver took one of ours, i just evened the score...lips sealed on this, got it?"
I ask.
"...rev..en..."
The clawed struggles, before spitting a mouth full of that ooze..it smells horrible.
"Lets just....go back inside, dont talk to anyone about this...and from the looks of it, you shouldnt talk at all."
I say, the clawed nods and walks back down to the stairs.
Poor Sam...if only he never met Oliver, he probably wouldve lived longer.