CHAPTER 1

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"Huh? Anyone? Is anyone here?"
A voice echoed through the fallen walls, dry and tired. Only forwarding with no reply. A loud cough escaped the man's lips as he held his chest, his lungs were burning. How long did he stay without water? The boy tried standing up, nearly falling through the gap of rocks underneath. Stopping right before he fell, arms holding for dear life on the nearby, too big for its size, nail. It was stable enough to hold him as he pushed upwards, his knuckles going white as he tried to lift himself, enough to sit on the edge, legs swinging. His palm was red, scratched and bloody from the surface of the nail.

"Shit, what happened?"
He held his head as the pain increased, he was dehydrated, that much obvious. It was dark around him, barely any light other than the moon's luminous was visible. No doubt it was night time, but how long was he out. What even had happened here. The hallway was destroyed, a large hole on the wall before him. The windows shattered, the lamps fallen and the lockers blasted open.
The boy attempted to stand up again, wincing as sharp pain showered his body, he looked down. His thigh was bleeding, it had been shot. But how? Was there a school shooting? But with this much damage? It wasn't logically possible unless someone meant to destroy the building, but why? Why would someone destroy a local school?

He looked around more, adjusting his eyes as best as he can to his surroundings. Next to him was a gap, a big, 2 floors down reaching hole. Peeking in he realised the lack of light the lower floors had, he couldn't make out anything except for a tender body lying on the ground. A musty liquid underneath them. The guy knew, horrified he knew what that liquid was. It didnt need a great mind to comprehend whats down there. It was a body, a dead lifeless body. Shot in the head, waist, arms, stomach, anywhere it was possible to aim, eyes wide open, jaw clenched as small drops of blood continued to fall. The smell radiating was monstrous. A rotting scent reached his nose. That person had been lying dead for at least a few days for it to smell so bad.
He looked away at once, one hand reaching for his mouth, unsuccessfully. He threw up, he hadn't eaten anything but that didn't stop his body from feeling nauseated. His stomach, as if sick, fighting against his mind. He wanted to rest, sit back and sleep for a bit, but with the current, unknown status, of whatever situation he/ or maybe they?/ were in, staying back was dangerous. The boy had to find a place closed off from the outside, far away from his current position.

He put a hand in his pocket, instantly feeling the touch of something there. With no hesitation he took the object quickly, taking out a nearly broken, but somehow still functional phone.

"C'mon open!"
He growled at the screen as it lit up slowly, flickering a few times before unlocking. Battery at 27%.

"27? How much was it when I last used it? Fuck I cant remember"
The guy squinted his eyes, pressing the call button. His face lightening up in green and blue shades as the line rang

'No signal'
Suddenly a robotic voice echoed through the silence, creeping as a few bugs flew away from near it.

"No signal? What the heck?"
He sighed, fingers pressing to his nose bridge. This was becoming more and more confusing with each moment spent.
Looking back down he attempted 4 more calls, each with identical outcome. Nothing. He thought some more.

The time was set to 00:00 but hadn't moved a minute from what felt like hours.
The boy realised that it was hopeless to try and get any general information. It felt like sabotage, something made sure he was in no reach of anyone. Were there even any people other than him? It seemed pretty deserted right now, maybe everyone woke up and left him behind? But that'd be cruel, even for his own classmates which didn't have the best thoughts of him.
He kept checking every app that could start, either everything was deleted or nothing loaded at all. There wasn't any internet either and his battery was decrasing rapidly.

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