Followers of the Light

Chapter 12 - a Hundred-and-Twelve Hours Past the End (9AM)

 "Redhea. Redhea."

"Ros?"

"It's raining"

"It's not."

"Face the sky. It's drizzling."

"Oh yeah!

Wait...

It's raining dog piss! What the fuck?!

Roscenta! Bah!"

"That's it! That's how you do it! Sprinkle it!" said Grote teaching Ron to splash water on my face.

"The fuck, Grote?!" I yelled at him loudly, startling Ron.

"Heeey, mind the fucking language, dumbass! There's a kid around!"

"Shut up!" I looked at Ron standing afar staring at me frightened. "Oh! I'm going to the restroom!"

"Ron, you should go with her! You could see a thing or two."

I turned around and said, "Can you please not make it as joke?" I shook my head looking at Grote giggling while the confused Ron looking at us back and forth. "It's too far. Don't laugh at it!"

Just when I thought he would change after that incident.

Outside, the sun was already bright. Another day in this dead Prosperistus. Layla showed up behind and greeted me on my way to the rest room. She brought some food containers carrying our breakfast. That was nice of her. She also told me where the nearest restroom and, oh man, that was some disgusting hell of a restroom. Tiny cubicles, blue tiles, crouching toilet, and water bucket underneath an obnoxiously bursting water tap. At least the water still worked.

When I came back to the room, everyone was having their sausages and eggs. I too grabbed mine off the table and ate it. Wow. What a homemade breakfast. It was not much, but I missed it.

Before I even finished, Ron yet again had finished his meal. Layla gave him his toothbrush when he was gurgling some water on the wash stand. I was thinking on what I should do that time. It seemed we were getting too comfortable and that was not good. Time was ticking. The 'Purger' does not seem to expect escapees. Thinking of the purge really sent the chills down to my spine. It was no laughing matter. Grote's survival was a close call. I lost my appetite as my mind wanders, holding the fork hovering over the meal.

"Done eating?" Layla bending down in front of me, breaking me out of my thoughts. "You don't have to finish it, if you're full."

"No, no, I'm still eating," I told her. "I was just thinking, what are we gonna do after this?"

"Actually I'll have to treat Grote," she said smiling. "And so why don't you and Ron go outside for a bit?"

"Will it be long?" Ron asked.

"Yes, my boy, it will be." answered Grote. "You can ask your red-haired girlfriend, if you want."

"Grote..." I stared at that fucker, shaking my head.

"Okay, shall we?" said Layla softly hurried us out of the room.

Then there we were. Outside, once again.

I held Ron's hand walking through the walled corridor outside and stopped right before the end of it. I told Ron that we were going to stay there to not let him see the corpses. But he said he already knew what was there and saw it, so he wanted to walk outside the school.