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This city! What the **** was up with this city?! Whatever it was, Marty was done with it. He had been searching for a flight home, had given up. There was no story here, but a horror story. He was not about to write about all of that and have the whole world thinking he was crazy. ***, he thought he was crazy! Vampires?! It had started with talk of zombies in the QZ, and that woman… She had bitten him, he remembered that. It had freaked him out, and even more so when he had a better look at the pictures he had taken of the QZ. He had seen something, thought a closer look at the image showed what could have been guessed to be a rotting corps. Really?! Marty had just played all of this off to stress, and that maybe it had been too soon to come back to work. He couldn’t pull himself to fully believe it.

That all changed on Halloween night, with his venture to the Metronome club. Never in a million years would he have imagined running into Randall Thorne. That man was the true definition of a monster. The killer had held no truths from Marty that night, even though he had not been wanting to know such things. Randal had fangs, like real ones…. He admitted to being a vampire, had threatened Marty. Such claims could have been pushed off to a twisted Halloween prank, but the strength of the man’s grip, among other things, allowed him to foresee truth through his disbelief. What was Marty supposed to do with all of this unwanted knowledge? Get out of town and forget it all happened… That’s seemed the best option!

There was no story here that he would risk his career on, or the safety of those he cared for. He didn’t want to be the one recommending anyone come visit this city of nightmares. Marty had gotten his phone back, but had not forgotten the threat Randall had given. This was all the accumulative reasons Marty was packing his bags. He was getting out of town, going to go back to New York and possibly be fired from his job. That was fine, it was time for a change… This whole experience had opened his eyes on what he was missing, stability. His phone suddenly went off, a number he didn’t recognize and Marty froze for a moment. His eyes just lingering to the device with a broken screen that sat on the nightstand.

Finally walking away from of one his suitcases he had been filling, Marty would have a look at the message. It had been from Theo, and Marty recalled the couple he had met a few nights ago. Did they know the secrets about this city? He didn’t think too into it, but would shoot a quick text back to the man. * Hey Theo, I’m actually about to head out of town in the morning, but some drinks tonight sound like a great way to end this trip. I just have to finish a few things up and will head out. Meet you there – Marty * It had been tempting to decline, but that would have been rude. Two for one drinks sounded tempting, as well some normal company.

Theo seemed the type who was easy to talk to. The man’s wife, Nishaa gave meaning to the saying if looks could kill. Marty got the cold feeling she didn’t like him at first, though had figured it was because he had imposed upon the couples night out. Those two, it was clear upon first sight how much they loved one another. They came off as having opposite personality wise, but perhaps that was what made them a perfect pair for one another. Marty assumed it would likely be the two of them meeting him tonight, and maybe Marty could have another chance at a first impressions.

It wasn't long before his phone was buzzing again. Another text from Theo, and it was one that had him smile. Why not try and go out on a high note. Maybe he could drink enough to forget the horrors of this city for at least an evening. * Sounds great man. C U soon. * He would shoot out the short response, before pocketing the device into the side pocket of his dark denim jeans. He wore just a plain white cotton T-shirt and would pull on a green sweater, before draping a scarf around his neck and heading to grab his jacket after pocketing his wallet. For a moment he stood near the door of his hotel room, his eyes lingering back. A brief moment of intuition told him he should stay in for his last evening within the city. Something bad was going to happen, but Marty would push back that feeling and focus on the countless drinks he planned on drinking.

Heading out, the room would be locked behind him as he made way down the hall, skipping the elevator (Marty had always loathed elevators) and would take the few flights of stairs down. The lobby area was surprisingly empty. Stepping out, the air was cold, and he was thankful for the warmth of his jacket and scarf. Though was wishing he had grabbed a pair of gloves, opting then to simply shove his hands in the pockets of his jacket. Heading down the street, Marty made a stop at one of the local shops. ”Hello, would you happen to know where the Boom Boom Room club is?” He asked the shopkeeper, and the man just gave him a dirty look. “Are you going to buy anything?”The man questioned with a hint of annoyance to his tone.

Buy something? Ya sure, why not and that was the first time Marty got a real good look at what the shop sold. What kind of shop was this? Marty would simply pick up the cheapest item he could find. It looked like a rusty kitchen knife. after the purchase though, the man seemed quite willing to give directions. The club actually wasn't far from where he was. marty would pocket his rusty knife and set off in the direction of the club. The street traffic was picking up a little, something he found to be typical of the city. At night, that was when the place really seemed to come to life. Soon the club was in sight, and Marty made his way to the line that lingered outside. pulling out his phone he would shoot Theo another text. * I made it to the club, just waiting to get in. *

Marty lingered in the line, though it was not all bad. He found ease at times chatting up complete strangers. Finding one could meet the most interesting sort of people, just by taking a chance and speaking up. Nothing tricky about saying hello, or just a smile, anything of the sort could lead to casual conversation or more. He found the crowd relaxing, and the line moved along at a slow pace. Not being alone, held further distraction for his thoughts, as did the promise of several drinks inside that he planned on indulging with. This city, though it held its charms, he hoped to leave and forget much of what had occurred. Could such things be forgotten? Part of Marty feared that some aspects would surly hunt his nightmares for a while. The place had scared him, and he had not even realized how deep those wounds could go. The evening was still young, there was still an endless possibility of all that could happen in a single evening.

His phone went off then, and he would excuse himself from a conversation he was holding with a group of women who were waiting to get in like all the others. Reading over the text, he could not help but smirk. He didn’t doubt for a moment that it could have been so simple to get in. Just to drop a name? All it took was to recall the evening he had first met the couple. Theo knew his clubs, no surprise that he was someone of importance among them. He would shoot back a short text then *I’m on my way in, goanna stop at the bar first and grab a few drinks. Did you want anything from the bar?* sent then, he would move from the line and approach the bouncer. The drop of Theo’s name, paired with the cash did the trick, and Marty was in his way in. His first stop would be the bar, whereas typical the wait seemed doomed to be long.