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He snorted. “What's the catch?" he snorted again, raising one curious eyebrow. "So you’re telling me you’re a cop patrolling the area but you want to help me instead of arresting me? What's the catch?” he repeated the first phrase again to emphasize his question. There was no way she would let him go just like that as if nothing ever happened even wanting to help him clean all the evidence he left of himself. That sounded like the trappiest trap of all traps. And he didn’t buy a word she was saying. He could imagine her escorting him outside with an army of officers or soldiers awaiting him to put him wherever a curious little guy like him belonged in.

When she asked him if she wanted him to get that he stared at her because he totally forgot about his phone stuck between the dead body’s arm. Raphael bit his lower lip, looking over at the body and his phone. He couldn’t help but grimace at the grotesque sight of it and he really, really wasn’t sure if he wanted his phone back or not. Maybe he should just leave it there and get a new one… without dead on it. Yeah that sounded like a good idea. But before he could answer her something moved...

“Zombie!” he yelled before covering his mouth with his hand. Wide eyes watching a mouse crawling out from underneath the arm making it move ever so slightly. “Oh…” he said, realizing it didn’t move by itself, his expression saddening. A zombie would have been, firstly a great distraction, second a dream come true.

His brown eyes slowly wandered to the detective near him. “Do you-” he started saying but paused for a moment, thinking over his words. “Now… before I get arrested or leave… I need to ask you one thing… As a detective-” he continued, crossing his arms over his chest. ”-have you seen something strange going on recently? Like… very very bizarre?” he asked her, pursing his lips and taking a look around the room. “I mean… like… z… zombies?” he finally said and tilted his head slightly, eyes a little wider and expectant as he shifted his gaze back to her.

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“Of course it’s a stupid idea but someone needs to do it.” Raphael whispered into his phone as he watched a patrol car drive by nearby. His hand hovered over the metal fence, blue eyes peeking around the corner to check for guards. It hasn’t been the first time he sneaked around the quarantine zone but he never managed to made it into. This time would be different. He came prepared - or what he would call to be prepared. “Yes I know there’s no need to do it but what if I’m right? Something’s fishy and the world needs to know… or at least we need to know… okay I need to know.” he continued, trying to keep his voice as low as possible. His roommate tried to stop him but he couldn’t - no one could, except maybe the police. He was going to be in so much trouble if he gets caught but that was a problem he would deal with if it occured. And he really hoped it wouldn’t. “Shut up, I’m hanging up. If I don’t text you within the next two hours I’m either dead or arrested.” he finally said and pushed the red button on his screen before stuffing his phone into the back pocket of his jeans.

Once the patrol squad was out of sight he sprinted towards the small hole someone had made into the fence - for whatever reasons and he really didn’t want to know - and pushed himself through it, ripping some of the fabric of his sweater in the process. His body barely fit through it but it fit. He shot a quick glance over his shoulder to see if anyone was there. With no one around he quickly walked to the next building in sight, moving from one to the other until he was somewhere in the center of it all. He noticed the farther in he went the less lights seemed to be on inside the houses. Weird. Raphael wasn’t sure where exactly he wanted to go until an interesting house entrance with lots of yellow tape appeared in his line of view. A wide grin spread on his face as he rubbed his hands and stalked towards the building.

It didn’t seem too spectacular but the do not enter sign was all he needed to want to enter. He quickly checked the surrounding area for patrols but it was quiet - almost too quiet. Either way he went up the stairs, covering his hand with the sleeve of his sweater before touching the door knob and turning it. It opened with a not too silent squeak. “Dammnit.” he muttered under his breath, hoping no one was nearby to hear it. Opening the door ever so slightly he squeezed through it and shut it behind him as quietly as he could.

The hallway of the five story building didn’t look abnormal… no, it looked pretty much ordinary - just empty and dark. The lights were all off and Raphael squinted in the darkness to see something. Good thing he came prepared though, fishing out a flashlight and turning it on. The windows were all covered by blinds and most of the doors had a under quarantine sign on them as he made his way upstairs. There were two apartments on each floor but unfortunately most of the doors were locked. Once he made it up to the third floor he found one that was unlocked and went inside. He scanned the living room area with a connected kitchen on the right side but it looked like someone used to still live here. There was cooked food on the stove, a recent copy of the Lethford Daily on the desk.

But as he walked closer to the desk an awful stench hit him and he gagged. His fingers immediately gripped his nose close as he looked around. His eyes landed and stayed on the bedroom door. It was opened by crack and it seemed like the awful smell came from inside there. Raphael contemplated if he really wanted to know what’s inside there… but he tried to ease his mind by thinking it might be rotten food or maybe some leftover trash. Surely it wouldn’t be a dead body. Gathering all of his confidence and pushing aside his rational thinking he walked over and pushed the door open just so he could take a look inside the bedroom.



It was a dead body.

“Oh f*ck!” he gasped, a gag immediately following as response and he quickly put his hand over his mouth once he realized he was being too loud. However, he couldn’t stop himself from taking a closer look and instant regret washed over him as the smell hit him once more and he turned away to retch some more. He wasn’t sure what to do with this discovery… call the cops? To tell them he found a dead body in a district and building he definitely wasn’t supposed to be? Trying to explain that he didn’t kill that man lying on the ground? And getting arrested anyway just for passing the fence? Or perhaps he should just leave - tell no one about this - and just leave. But his curiosity wouldn’t make him leave.

He took out his phone to take pictures of the body and the room but when it suddenly started ringing - playing the Spear of Justice tune from Undertale - he got so surprised he dropped it… on the body. He watched in horror as it slid down now stuck between the arm and chest. “Umm… no.”

[attr="class","dibody3"]"You want something from the chinese restaurant?" he called over his shoulder to his roommate as he put on his jacket. "Nah. i’m good." Alex, his roommate, replied. "Are you sure? Like a 100% sure?" Raffe asked once again, knowing Alex would most certainly regret his decision later. "Egg Rolls and Honey Walnut Shrimp with some Chow Mein as side. Thank you very much Butler Mitchell." Raphael rolled his eyes knowing exactly that this was gonna happen. "Alright." he replied and closed the door behind him. He walked down the stairs, making his way downstairs from the 6th floor. He wondered if they will ever fix the elevator - or if there is anyone left to fix it. Once he got out of the building a message popped up on his phone:


Alex had texted him with a lot of grinning emoticons.

As the bright neon sign came into his view he glanced inside to check if it was busy or not - but just as other businesses in the city it was just empty. He pushed open the door and made his way to a table in the back of the diner. He put down his messenger bag which was slung over his shoulder next to him before taking out a lot of loose papers and documents. It took him a full minute to get a pen out of the mess. “Hey can I get a cheeseburger, some chili cheese fries, onion rings and a strawberry milkshake please?” he called over to the waitress behind the counter not wanting to have her come over to his table just to get his order. It could be considered rude but he was just trying to create less work. “Thank you”. he added real quick before proceeding to take out his laptop, scattering his papers all over the four people table.

"This makes no sense. This doesn’t add up." he mumbled furiously, tapping his pen against the notebook before scribbling over his notes. "Nope." Raffe said to himself before attempting another calculation. Spinning the pen in his hands his eyes almost glared at his notes as he tried to make sense of it all while waiting for his food.

Dark eyes looked over to the waitress and he couldn't help himself but to ask her "Hey, can I ask you something? If there was a chance of a conspiracy... which one would you pick? Like what would your ideas be?"