"Who are you? You know there are guns out there? How can you be so calm?" I ask. My eyes dart around the room taking in all of the details while I talk. I can't afford to drop my guard for even a second, now that I know what this place has in store. I take in the previous violence of the room, unsurprised now. Not much seems shocking after automatic fire from an embedded turret.
I need to find that clown.
This woman doesn't seem concerned with what's going on around here. She also doesn't seem to want to hurt me, but I know I can't trust anything anymore.
I keep scanning the room. A safe. My hand moves to the pocket with the paper in it. I remember that the words 'SCAVENGER LIST' are printed across the top of it. Maybe that's a way out. I've always hated the word scavenger. Sounds like a scab, or revenge. It's always sounded somehow unclean and mean-spirited to me. I avoided scavenger hunts as a kid. I know it's just word sounds, but my mind likes to make these connections, usually against my better reason. I push the thoughts away. Maybe it's a way out.
I smile at the woman. I know it's a fake smile. She probably does too. I move toward the record player, without taking my eyes off of the hand in her bag. "Let me get this," I say.
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