On the other side of the library, they were welcomed with students: males and females, who were so engrossed in themselves they didn't notice the students in tattered clothes, carrying corpses, unconscious bodies and looking like cavemen who'd survived a zombie apocalypse. It was almost midnight and the students were mostly concerned about for their sexual satisfaction. They couldn't care less about the students or the Vice Chancellor which had been reported missing a few hours ago.“Our room is the shortest from here,” Harold told Wilkes. His voice was cracky and he found it difficult to talk. He was very thirsty, too. He turned to the others, “let us take them up there. Less people will see them that way.”Slowly, like soldiers who had gone to represent their nations in a bloody war and were now returning after being victorious although a few comrades were bruised and battered, they all marched up the poorly lit stairs, walked down the hall that h

Trisha walked towards the school slowly for two reasons. One was because the faster she walked, the more pain she felt on her back and around her feet. The second reason was because she didn't know how she was going to talk to Mrs. Perry after not seeing her in almost a week.It was even most likely Mrs. Perry thought her dead. If that was the case, it was going to be much harder for Trisha to endear herself and get any vital information out of the librarian.Still moving slowly, she rounded the corner and was just a few feet from the library. Her heart began to beat fast. Adrenaline pumped through her veins.She turned to her right again and walked the remaining small distance. "She should be on seat now," Trisha whispered to herself and knocked twice on the door.Two seconds after, there was no response then from behind the door came a grumpy voice. "Come 'n."Trisha twisted the doorknob

“I need you to tell me everything you know about professor Ericson,” Trisha said, maintaining eye contact with the librarian, Mrs. Perry. What happened down in the cavern came flooding to her memory but she pushed them out and held her tears contained in her eyes with a lot of willpower.She wasn't going to break down. At least, not in front of Mrs. Perry who already suspected not everything was well with her. No.Mrs. Perry squeezed her face and her eyes narrowed more in suspicion. Trisha blinked her eyes rapidly to dry up the tears that had formed in her eyes. Hopefully, Mrs. Perry won't notice because the library was poorly illuminated. “Why are ye askin' 'bout him?”“There's just…” Trisha started then stopped talking. If Mrs. Perry just answered her without asking questions, she'll know what she wanted to faster — in a few days, at most. But no, she was asking questions that pushed Trisha to tell lies which was hurting her and w

Trisha couldn't hold it any longer.She had been hunched on the wobbly seat, breathing in the dust particles of the library and listening to all Mrs. Perry, the librarian, had to say about professor Ericson for the past half an hour, but all she'd heard wasn't what she wanted. Needed.For a split second, all her worries and troubles were drowned in the discomfort of the sit she was sat in and as she rested her back, it squealed and threatened to fall apart, causing her to seat up and jolting her back to life. She sighed.“How about… those both professor Ericson and Francis knew? You know, other close friends, relatives of one that became the friend of the other and things like that.”Mrs. Perry paused. She knew Trisha wanted to get something out of her but what? And why?Still seated, Trisha could feel Mrs. Perry's eyes on her but she was too tired to care what she was thinkin

Everywhere was peaceful. Not a little squeak came from the two beds that were each on one end of the room, or from those rested on them, or from the person watching them, or from the other side of the door.Penelope looked around the room. There was nothing to do except use her phone but since she had been back from the contest, she had learnt not rely on her phone more and more.She looked around the room again. None of the two that were on Wilkes bed were awake. Not Derek, not Sarah. They had both been burnt and had almost lost their lives.Suddenly, fear gripped her heart. She walked to the side of the bed and placed two fingers on the sides of their necks. Good, there was pulse which meant they were still alive, just unconscious.She breathed out and looked around again. There was absolutely nothing interesting that could be done. Even taking in the room was daunting because of the poorly lit bulb that