Why The Hunting Life Has Its Limits - 1496 Words

â€Å"Hey I think I found a case for us!† I hear from the other room. It s Chad telling me to basically pack up because we are going multiple states over. â€Å"What are the details dude?† I ask. Every once in awhile Chad thinks he found a case but it ends up being some twisted person who likes to murder people in strange ways. It’s probably also my fault when that happens because I would miss the clues. â€Å"Well a man was found with his heart missing. Sound like a werewolf to you?† â€Å"Yup.† I say while packing my clothes into a small duffelbag. You see, the hunting life has its limits. We can’t keep a very large wardrobe since we are always moving around. We can’t even really afford new clothes for that matter. We mainly rely on fake identities and†¦show more content†¦Ã¢â‚¬Å"Yeah, you re right.† I say quietly as I hand him the keys. â€Å"Anything wrong?’ He asks suspiciously. â€Å"Oh, no no i m fine.† I reply as I look down at the floor. He squints at me for a few seconds then looks away. He gets up and quickly packs his bag. I stand in the door frame watching his anxious tendencies. He would look in his bag, scan the room, look in his bag again and walk around the room until he found what he was looking for. It’s like he s always scanning his surroundings for something awry. â€Å"Alright, let s go.† He says while walking out towards the car. We stroll to the car, bags over our shoulders, and Chad fumbles with the keys. I laugh and shake my head. I open the door and lean my seat back so I can sleep. I feel the car engine turn on and I doze off. â€Å"Hey, Dare! Wake up! We’re here.† I hear Chad say while shaking me. â€Å"Ugh ok ok.† I mumbled while rubbing my eyes. I quickly sit up in my seat. I grab my bag and walk into our motel room. I set down my duffelbag and head to the shower. I turn on the water which takes forever to get hot but when it does the steam quickly fills the bathroom. I put my hand in the water to check the temperature. I immediately recoil my hand. â€Å"God, thats hot.† I whisper to myself. I adjust the nozzle and I take a quick shower and get dressed. As I open the bathroom door Chad is waiting and goes in right after. â€Å"I’m gonna go get a coke.† I yelled. â€Å"Ok!† Shouts Chad. I grab a dollar out of