Author's note-A bit of incestous content in this chapter.
All characters are at least eighteen years old.
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Devon fired.
The bullet tore into the monster's skull, penetrated its brain.
Lowering his revolver, Devon trained his eyes on the twins, who sat naked near a wall while holding each other.
The Black boy shook his head. He said, "I was right."
The twins were in a sexual relationship with each other, which Devon had joked about but was ignorant to the fact the twins were in love and had fun with each other via sex.
He had departed from Jenna, who had told him she would sleep after having her first Black cock. After Devon checked on Carlos, he ventured out to find his Mexican best friend's shotgun and shotgun ammo.
He had found a red terror, discovered an incestous pair.
Incest did not make him have the longing to vomit or hurl insults at the twins.
"I don't care if you two fuck each other. That's your parents' problem. I need both of you to get some clothes on, be ready to grow some balls." Devon said before moving to the spot near the monster's corpse. He moved onto one knee, examined the duct-taped paper sheet's writing. "I don't know how much time I have. We're a weird group of people. We drunk the blood from the footprint of the predator. I'm sorry, family. If you're reading this, please kill me if I wasn't able to do it myself. And this pen is really running low. Dammit, this fucking pen. And I."
Devon scoffed, moved the paper sheet into his pocket after folding it.
"Got your wish," the Black boy said.
The twins didn't stop putting their clothes on.
Devon brandished his revolver while saying, "I have a sister, too. We're not having sex, though. She's almost twenty. Is sibling sex good?"
The twins didn't respond.
Kyle turned his focus to the revolver. He said, "It's not about the sex. I just love her."
"And fuck her." Devon said. He shrugged. "I won't bash it. Look, I get it. No one is the victim here, but please don't fondle your sister's ass while we're making our escape."
Kyle nodded, a frown on his face.
He bowed his head while saying, "Thanks, Devon. You really saved us."
Devon nodded.
"You're welcome. I'll tell Carlos to stop with this gold shit. We found horror gold. We didn't find actual gold. And if there is gold here, it's not worth having to pick through these red things to get to it." Devon said.
The twins put their coats on after donning their clothes.
"Thank you." Amanda said when she hugged the Black eighteen-year old. Devon wrapped his arms around her, the revolver in his pocket.
"You're welcome," he said, his coat sleeve torn by the cougar. When the hug ended, he tapped his revolver. "The cougar got away. But I later found it dead. Someone ruined the fuck out of it."
"And now we have these red things." Kyle said, lifting two bottled waters from the floor. He gave one to Devon, took turns drinking from the other one with Amanda. "We're fine as long as we have bullets."
Devon closed the door.
He didn't intend on having another red creature stalk into the room.
"Irene, Stacie, Tucker. I don't know where they're at. One of them had to kill the cougar. Should be the same person that stole the shotgun and ammo." Devon said before opening his bottled water. He drunk the water without pausing to breathe out his mouth. "We need to let everyone else know what's here."
"Then what?" Amanda said.
Devon dropped his empty bottled water. He said, "Then I tell Carlos we're done. No more hunting for gold anywhere."
Carlos and Devon had been neighbors to each other almost their entire lives, spent time playing war video games together, having threesomes when Devon turned eighteen years old, searching for gold to make themselves wealthy in an attempt to be seen as influential minorities.
Unknown to Devon, Carlos's sole motivation was greed.
"Carlos is a good one, believe it or not. My sister cried as much as a baby, because Carlos kept rejecting her. We'll all be fine. And when he has his shotgun back, we'll mow down these red horrors and make it back to the boat." Devon said.
The boat they had used belonged to Carlos's grandpa.
One minute passed.
Devon swung the door open, pointed his revolver.
His heart pounded as the twins took steps near him, the brother and sister holding hands.
At the spot with four halls connected to it, Devon turned to the hall at the left. He said, "I came through that door. It leads to some stairs that go up to a room with a lot of crates and military uniforms. Let's go."
A roar met their ears, not close to them, which made the three teenagers fortunate the moment before they rushed towards the door Devon had emerged from before he rescued the twins.
