Flip the Coin [BL] N Chapter 89. Upside down

Chapter 89 - 89. Upside down

Not good, not good at all.

I pressed my palms against my eyes and tried to expel any thought of my grandma's dead body inside this villa. A grave not only for her but for her whole damn house.

The corner that peeked out of the ground was reaching my waist.

What the fuck should I do to go inside? Search for another entry? That will only take ti, and I don't think I will be successful.

After taking a few breaths, I got to work. I conjured up the baton and tried to get a hole inside the corner. There was not much to say; expect that I was failing miserably.

Damn it. I have never held a chainsaw or a pickaxe before. Let's think. Maybe a normal hamr?

I conjured up more stuff to let the baton disappear before getting myself a hamr. I used it and hamred against the corner, along the lengths, everywhere. With enough strength and a little more ti, it really worked.

A fistwide hole was soon made, and I reached inside with the hamr, widening it a good part. Soon I had isolating material in my hand, while the hole was wide enough to stuff my head inside.

I worked for approximately half an hour until I made a hole in which I would fit with very much effort and even more squeezing. Every attempt to widen it more failed as I reached the asphalt I was currently standing on, under which the house was probably buried.

After fishing out everything that was inside, I conjured up a flashlight. I could have done so in the forest, but there I had needed a hand free for summoning up a gun, and my other was busy holding Henry's wrist, unsuccessfully looking into the future.

No, I could finally test if this would work, or if it would count as electronic, which it clearly was. Rembering the flashlight that I had as a child because later on, I only used my phone for it, I conjured it up.

Pressing the button, I was stunned when it really worked.

So batteries are okay? That would surely prove itself helpful in the future. I now suspected that everything that was rechargeable, so things with an inbuilt battery were impossible.

I illuminated the inside of the hole and saw what should be the crawlspace under the house. The whole house should be upside-down.

After cursing so more, I squeezed inside, and without fully entering it, I conjured my hamr and tried to loosen the wooden planks—that should be the floor—just from the other side.

This ti it was much easier, and I managed to make a hole inside the tiles. Now, seeing that I would enter and probably needed so more ti, I ca out again and took a few steps away and lit two fireworks, telling them that I needed more ti.

When I was finished, I finally entered the hole in the corner of the house, before I looked through the hole in the floor. Able to see with my flashlight, what welcod

was a big chandelier that should have hung from a ceiling but was now smashed in a corner, approximately a few ters down, where the ceiling was. Although askew, the building was really completely turned.

The angle was too drastic to just slide down; it would be equivalent to falling.

When I let the light wander around, I saw a big room, which should be a dining room or sothing. I just can't put the picture I have in front of

together with what I rember from my mories; the discrepancy is too great.

I exited the hole and conjured up a rope from the ti I had touched one when I was a child, and looked around the garage.

It was long enough; I found a car that reached out of the ground, where I bound it in between two opened car windows. There were no corpses, at least.

No idea where everyone was. It would be problematic if the population of the monsters were greater inside the city than I initially believed.

On the asphalt was so much debris, dust, and stuff, that it was difficult to tell if there was any blood.

Anyway. I hurried inside the hole with the rope, squeezed myself through the hole in the corner, then the floor, to slide down on the rope.

When I finally had ground under my feet, which were technically the ceiling, I did not hesitate, and got myself a flashlight again. How to get back up could be thought of when the ti ca.

I walked through the big room, over the destroyed furniture, and ignored the growing pit in my stomach.

I ca to a massive closed door, upside down, naturally. After kicking against it, I managed to break it so that I could again pass through.

The mont I put my head through the door, I slled an absolute disgusting sll. It was a sll that told you to turn around and never co back ever again.

Ah, it was my old friend from the cave.

It was the sll of human remains.

Of decaying humans.

I covered my nose with my sweater like I had done it the last ti, trying not to retch.

With the flashlight, I looked around and found a human lying amidst the debris, resembling a zombie. It was a male in a security uniform, one of my grandmother's bodyguards.

Damn it. DAMN IT.

I continued to look around; there was no sign of the dragon; instead, there were more bodyguards.

DAMN IT.

Desperation gripped

and told

I had to, that I MUST leave because whatever I found would not be sothing I wanted to see.

However, my feet moved on their own, and when I reached the other side of the house, I found a massive window that was broken, the branches of a black tree reaching inside this turned house.

Why was there a tree down here? Was it part of the landscape that was smashed by my world that ca into this one?

I looked out of the window, and saw an open space with black grass, a few other trees, and a few ters above there was the undefinable light of the sky.

I jumped through the window because the ground wasn't very high. Then, I landed on sothing soft that brought

to the ground. In the midst of standing up, I found myself face to face with a deer monster, whose hind legs were what I landed on; its body lay in a little recess under the window, impossible to spot from above.

My heart skipped a beat, and I was ready to conjure up a weapon when I noticed that this monster was clearly dead. Not only was it half decaying, it had a branch stuck deeply in his right eye.

No....this was no branch....

I stood up and took a step forward. I gripped the wooden thing and pulled it out.

This was sothing I had seen often, sothing I felt myself get hit with even more than often.

This was....

A walking stick.