With bags under their eyes, everyone made it through the night. No sleep was achieved. No one wanted to, but they had to leave the rooftop sometime. So, Kiera opened the door. Checking for the corpse of Andrew. It was gone. Just like all the other corpses. There was a sigh of relief that they did not have to climb over the corpse of their friend. However, that image would never disappear from their minds. Their mangled, broken friend. Once they got down the stairs they did what seemed to be routine at this point. Ask everyone if they remembered Andrew. No one did. As usual. Doubts filled everyone's heads more now. Andrew always kept everything under control. He made sure no one freaked out. How was everyone supposed to stay positive now?
They shut themselves up in their rooms, not coming out. That was how it got dealt with. Occasionally there would be days they were shut in together. No one talked though. No one understood. Not one. Not a peep could be heard from them.
Ever.
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Archaeology 101... The Classroom of Despair
Short Story10 college students living their separate lives, until one day they all meet for their class... Archaeology 101... What mysteries or horrors await them there?
