After stepping out of the room, Richard and I decided to go farther up the hall. It was all the same and there was no evidence life had ever resided there; everything was decayed from years of water-rot. I noticed toward the end of the hallway light shining from a room, where the door hung half way open. As we got closer there was an increasing stench of rotting flesh. Neither of us was expecting what we found inside that room.
In the center of the room there was a corpse of what looked to be a teenage boy. He appeared to be lying inside a sleeping bag, fast asleep. After a further look, I realized that the child was not an unlucky, but how could that be? He looked to have been dead only a couple weeks, but there had been no normal life in this area for over a decade. I dropped to my knees and began to weep as an overwhelming feeling of sorrow came over me. I grieved for the boy that laid lifeless in front of me. Rich asked why I was crying for that child. I explained that he appeared to be a normal teenager and somehow the boy ended up there--cold, hungry, and alone.
I told him that no one should have to die that way, especially not a child. I sat there a few moments before I noticed that the child had something clenched in his hand. It looked to be a piece of paper, which I gently pulled from the boy’s hand. As I unrolled it, I found that it was wrapped tightly around some sort of metal spike. I moved into the light and held the paper up so I could see what was written on it. As soon as I looked, I knew what it was, a hand drawn treasure map.
I remembered that shortly after the sickness, there was a rumor going around that the government had hidden some huge treasure in the center of Corpseland. They hid it there in order to keep it safe until the time came to return it to wherever it came from. Then it all made sense to me; someone must have told the kid about the treasure, so he packed up and headed out here to find the riches hidden in Corpseland. But instead, he got trapped in the school and the only thing that he found was his doom.
I rolled the paper back around the metal and slipped it back into his hand. I pulled the sleeping bag up over his shoulders before getting back to my feet. As I made my way to the door, I turned toward the child one last time to tell him goodnight, and then I left the room, softly closing the door behind me.
Once in the hallway we quickly moved down the corridor. Richard tried to make small talk with me, but I was in no mood for it; I had seen too many dead kids that week, including my own daughter. Rich walked past me taking the lead; I knew he was pissed at me for not wanting to talk to him, but at that moment I didn’t give a damn. Rich was several paces in front of me, just about to take the corner that lead toward the east section of the school, when an Unlucky jumped from out of nowhere and attacked my brother.
I raced toward the two, holding the fire axe I picked up earlier like a world famous Louisville Slugger. When I got close to the beast I swung the blade; it effortlessly severed skin and bone, causing the head to fall away from its body, which crumbled lifelessly on top of Richard. Pushing the corpse off of my brother, I helped him to his feet and warned him that we needed to stay close together. The school was swarming with Unluckys. Richard agreed and we began to head toward the east wing of the building.
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