Petra was the next to wake up. He
took in his surroundings. The others, the marks, were all down, and Voigt was
starting to stir, although he didn’t look like he was in all that great of
shape. Petra made his way over quickly and quietly, grabbing Voigt by the arm,
and pulling him to his feet.
“Come on, we need to get out of
here.” He kept his voice low, nothing more than a whisper.
“I didn’t know it would do that. I
didn’t know…” He was rambling, still disoriented from the blast. When he
finally looked at Petra, his eyes focused. “You… you killed that girl.”
Petra wanted to hit him so badly,
but he held back. He didn’t need to wake the others, and he didn’t need this
giant baby freaking out and refusing to run. The blast that had been set off
was a big one, big enough to draw attention from the rest of the campus.
Attention meant cops, and unless they got the fuck out of there, they would end
up arrested.
Ignoring Voigt’s mumbles, Petra made
his way towards the back office. They could slip out the office window, and
hide in the woods. If he could keep his head straight, he could get them to the
path that eventually would take them back to Kent’s house.
As he ran, he was surprised at how
little damage the blast had actually done. Sure, they had all been knocked out,
but the room itself was completely fine. Even the purse that had held the
explosive was intact.
What the fuck was going on?
He had seen some weird shit in his
day, and this topped all of it.
They reached the office door, and
pushed it open slowly, making as little noise as possible. Petra stepped inside
first, and instantly felt something brittle crunch under his shoe.
He glanced down, and found himself
looking into the withered, skeletal eyes of a rotted corpse. But… it couldn’t
be. The corpse was wearing Morris’s clothes. Even if the blast had killed
Morris, this corpse was too far gone to have been freshly killed.
“What are you…” Voigt stepped
towards the office. When he saw the body his eyes went wide, and Petra know
what was about to happen.
Quickly he slapped his hand over
Voigt’s mouth, and ran towards the window. They needed to get out of there, and
fast.
-*-
Once they were in the woods, away
from the others, and hidden away from any potential cops, Voigt broke down.
“What the fuck was that? Who the
fuck was that? What the fuck happened?” Words were spilling out of his mouth so
fast that Petra couldn’t keep trap.
Petra couldn’t take it. He needed to
think, and Voigt’s constant yammering was making it difficult. Finally, he
pulled his hand back and backhanded Voigt across the jaw.
That shut him up.
“I don’t know what just happened,
but I do know that Kent needs to know.” Petra paused. “And he needs to know
that there is no leaving us high and dry. If we go down for this, so does he.”
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