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NaStoWriMo - Day 3
The administrative building was three stories tall, made of concrete and cinder blocks. It had been designed as a fallback position in the unlikely chance the perimeter wall was breached by unfriendlies. One of the settlers, affronted or maybe inspired by the bland gray walls, had come along and used it as a canvass, painting fanciful flowers and woodland creatures over one side. Despite this effort, the place still felt grim and sepulchral to Belasco.
More a crypt than anything else, thought the bloodsucker.
The illusion was reenforced by the slab-like file cabinets lining the walls of the administrative center. In the yellow light from the overhead bulbs, Belasco could see the settlement’s archivist, Armin, bent over a wooden desk, writing in a heavy tome. Somewhere in the back, among the file cabinets and resource books, someone was pounding away on a typewriter. The sound reminded Belasco of machine guns. He nodded to Armin and ascended the wooden staircase to the second floor and the communications suite.
There, he found Edie Green wrapped in the embrace of a bloodsucker called Joseph. He was behind her, his mouth nuzzling her neck, and Green’s eyes where shut, her painted mouth open in an ‘O’ of rapture. Joseph’s left hand was wound around the woman’s midriff, his right hand plunged down the front of her pants, moving. Edie gasped and arched her back, prompting a throaty chuckle from Joseph. A single bead of bright blood escaped his suctioning mouth.
More a crypt than anything else, thought the bloodsucker.
The illusion was reenforced by the slab-like file cabinets lining the walls of the administrative center. In the yellow light from the overhead bulbs, Belasco could see the settlement’s archivist, Armin, bent over a wooden desk, writing in a heavy tome. Somewhere in the back, among the file cabinets and resource books, someone was pounding away on a typewriter. The sound reminded Belasco of machine guns. He nodded to Armin and ascended the wooden staircase to the second floor and the communications suite.
There, he found Edie Green wrapped in the embrace of a bloodsucker called Joseph. He was behind her, his mouth nuzzling her neck, and Green’s eyes where shut, her painted mouth open in an ‘O’ of rapture. Joseph’s left hand was wound around the woman’s midriff, his right hand plunged down the front of her pants, moving. Edie gasped and arched her back, prompting a throaty chuckle from Joseph. A single bead of bright blood escaped his suctioning mouth.