Two beady eyes peep from the corner while a creepy insect scatters along the wooden shelves. The shelves are full to the brim with history books, encyclopedias, incantations, and dust a mile high. Claw marks trail from the sides to the cement floor. They paint one word in a black circle with a crooked star, saying 'Armos.'
A metal frame cot drags away from the wall by itself. One step at a time, Sam enters Number's 50's little nest. He holds his pistol steady while Carson walks foolishly walks around him and investigates the room.
"This place ain't so bad. It's kind of cool compared to the others, actually." Carson nods. "Oh look, there is a painting of a crow on the wall."
"Get back here," Sam warns through this clamped teeth.
"Wow, and look at all these books. Number 50, you must
