Chapter 344


    Chapter 0344


    Zac POV


    Finally, after three hours, this man was passed out on his couch. Watching from the window, he had


    downed an entire twelve pack and finished a little white line before his head fell back and he was


    asleep.


    Sneaking around to the back door, I was able to get in easily. The wood was so rotted out that one swift


    hip bump was all it took for the whole thing to splinter. Standing perfectly still, my ears searched for any


    sign of moment. Since there was one, I moved further inside.


    The house was trashed. Dirty dishes filled the sink. Ayer of dust allowed footprints like Santa us


    as I went deeper inside. The mice weren’t even shy about running across the floor.


    Peaking around the corner, the guy had not even moved an inch. It was too easy to walk up to him.


    Thankfully, he was still passed out cold but since all my equipment was burned, I needed to search the


    house for rope or something.


    The hallway was just to my right. First door was a bathroom on the left. Razors, ckened spoons and


    needles wereying out beside a shoece but beside that was a little nasal spray. Not being able to


    help the smile that spread across my face, I picking up the Narcan and cing it my pocket, I kept


    going. Maybe after I kill him, this might be my new location to hide out in.


    As soon as I walked into the bedroom, my body froze. How I didn’t smell this before was beyond me. A


    man was tied up, naked and dead to the bed. By the looks of it, he has been dead for at least twelve


    hours but not more than twenty-four


    “Sorry, I need these.” I said as I untied him. There was a total of four different ropes and I even freed


    the man of the b all ga g at was in his


    quick look, I was able to find a knife and a 9mm with a full clip. There was a fresh box of rounds that I


    added before one more quick nce.


    There was no way in hell I was going to be carrying him so after getting the car keys from the table byExclusive content from N?velDrama.Org.


    the door, I tossed the bag into the trunk.


    Just looking at thisrge man and trying to figure out how to get him where I needed was going to be


    difficult but I had a vision. Carrying him wasn’t a real option and it wasn’t like I had something to roll him


    on. So, grabbing one leg, I just drug his as s like a human Santa us. Thankfully it was sote at


    night or early in the morning that no one came out to see what all the noise was. More than once, his


    head hit against the pavement and then on the side of the car before he was finally in the trunk.


    “Never been more thankful for drugs.” I muttered and mmed the trunk shut. Getting behind the


    wheel, we drove back to my burning house.


    Da mn, I was getting old. There was no chair so I had to drag his as s out of the trunk and tied him to a


    tree. Dead weight is by far the heaviest thing in the world.


    As soon as I was set up, I had to take a break to catch my breath. A lightyer of sweat covered my


    forehead. It’s been a long as s time. since I did this much physical activity.


    “Time to wake up.” I smiled as I administered the Narcan.


    “Wha-?” The guy instantly became aware of his surroundings even though his struggled to open his


    heads. “What’s going on?” Fighting against the ropes, he finally gave up and looked at me.


    “Hello.” I said as I crouched down.


    “You.” He said in an usatory tone.


    “Ah! Yes, me!” Smiling, I held out my arms and nodded.


    “What do you want?” His eyes followed me as I picked up his knife.


    “Answerers.” I said simply.


    “I don’t have any for you. I just do what I’m told.” His eyes narrowed but never left the knife.