So, Horace, as I found out the next day, is a genius. A
Masters in Ancient History, a Masters in Literature, a Masters in Engineering
and a PhD in Anthropology; seriously, a heavy-hitter. And he’s freaking 29.
Honestly, makes me feel like a huge failure in life.
Homer, the shooter, is an ex-sniper from the U.S. Marines,
who just happened to have a high-powered, long-range sniper in his closet when
the turn happened.
Fiora is a little dodgy about her past. Or maybe, they were
just getting really tired of my inquiries (that’s just the reporter in me). I
think she was a dancer or something, judging by her slender frame and graceful
movements.
Plus, she’s freaking gorgeous.
Anyways, we’re glad to have some additions to our dwindling
group. However, I can tell that Kyle is not thrilled that Horace has taken a de
facto leadership role. Alfonso has become pretty quiet. He sticks with Vlad
most of the time right now.
Anyways, tonight, we are going to figure out our next move.
In the meantime, Eugene and I are going to scout out the
upper floors to see if any previous guests left anything useful.
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