Tattooed Luna by Mrs Smith

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. A layer of dust allowed footprints like Santa Claus 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, blackened spoons and needles were laying out beside a shoe lace 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 placing 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
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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 glance.
There was no way in hell I was going to be carrying him so after getting the car keys from the table by the door, I tossed the bag into the trunk.
Just looking at this large 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 Claus. Thankfully it was so late 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 slammed 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 light layer 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.