Lucinda's POV:
"He must be somewhere around here..."
I was leaning against the metal fences that separated the carnival from the grass. There were a few booths that surrounded the area. A roller coaster was on my top right while a ferris wheel was directly across from it. A huge circus tent loomed over me from a few yards away. Bright colorful lights surrounded the area. It nearly blinded me a few times. I knew that although the area around me seemed safe, it would be anything but safe.
But I was here for a reason.
And that was to hunt down Mr.P.
I was screaming internally when I noticed a red lock on the entrance of the circus tent, but I kept my lips shut. "Is this the eighth time I'm doing this now?" I asked myself as I walked down the stone path, "I'm an expert at this point." I shrugged my shoulders as I sighed. Since there were locks, I assumed that there'd be keys and other tools lying around. And since there were keys and other tools, I also assumed that there would be an infected here, aswell.
It was a good thing that I carried the rose gold gun in my hand, then. However, I knew that deep down I didn't have the heart to kill anyone else. Although I knew that the infected back at the metro was technically a zombie, it still felt like I was covered in someone else's blood. It was only the second time I've spilled blood. A groan escaped from my lips as I shoved my free hand into my pocket and shoved those thoughts out of my head.
"I guess I should start looking for keys," I thought to myself. I made my way down the stone path that went around the circus tent that sat in the middle. Behind the tent were a few cages and buildings. I went to the left towards the ferris wheel. I passed a purple and blue booth on the way. While the purple booth had nothing in it, the blue one had a target with a empty spot for a water gun infront of it. I also noticed a paper with a code sitting next to the target. I let out a heavy sigh and walked past.
As I reached the ferris wheel, I noticed a small pink and orange building across from it that had a green lock. There was also a closed vent hole in the middle of the wall. I silently wondered what was inside the building as I walked past it. I felt my face slightly lighten up when I saw a beige building with no lock on it. I picked up my pace as I made my way around the tree that sat infront of the door. I slowly opened the door, being careful as to not hit the tree.
I took note of a few things when I walked inside. There were two tables that looked similar to the ones in the school cafeteria. A green key sat on one of the tables, beckoning me with its glow. On the other side of the tables was a shelf that had some ammo sitting on it. To my right were empty fridges that were turned off. I assumed this was some sort of break room for staff to eat lunch and grab a drink in. I grabbed the green key before stepping out of the room and closing the door.
I turned to look at the green lock behind me. I sighed before walking over to the locked door with the key. I picked up the lock with one hand and put the key in with the other. Once the lock was off of the door and on the ground, I pushed the door open with both of my hands before stepping into the building. The first thing that I noticed as a massive red flag were the vent holes that were suddenly open when they were closed when I first walked past.
There was a white closet in the top left corner. On my left and right sides were more shelves. The left one had more ammo sitting on it, while the right one had a red key and a wooden plank. My eye traced the lines along the white and gray tiled floor. I walked over to the red key before picking it up and making a mental note to come back here when I needed to use the wooden board. I walked out of the room and decided to leave the door open. A light gasp escaped my lips when I stepped out.
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