Capítulo 580: Tarnished Grounds

We shuffled into the dingy, grimy hotel room… and much like all those days before, I felt the creepy-crawly heebie-jeebies trickling at the back of my neck, and I had to fight the pressing impulse to bolt out into the nearest decontamination chamber where I would huddle up for at least a week. 

Amanda unhesitatingly delved deeper, making sure she captured every grimy nook and cranny, taking high and low angles, scouring for any potential good shots. 

This, she did for some time… while I just stood in the middle of the room, taking it all in.

Everything stayed the same according to memory. The wallpaper peeling and discolored, the window nearby offering a murky view of dead critters in a coffin of webs… even the stained bedsheets were looking like an entire prosperous civilization there.