He looks at his surroundings, seeing a destroyed blackboard and a bunch of chairs and desks pushed to the side, he then sees a shattered window, and beneath it was snow. He then stands up then goes in circles throughout the room, feeling the chairs and desks, "It's wood." he said to himself which he said to himself "No shit sherlock." letting out a small chuckle.
"Clearly this is a classroom, a damn well destroyed one at that." He commented.
He then approaches the blackboard, looking at the writing and observes it. "Is this some Russian cyrillic type of thing?" He then touches the blackboard just to confirm it is a blackboard, which it obviously is, so why the fuck did he have to confirm it? He doesn't know himself.
"It looks... empty, abandoned even. The hell happened here?"
Carlos then goes out of the classroom and looks left and right, it turns out that the scene is not just a bunch of destroyed chairs, but rather a horrid mess out of a horror movie, blood, bodies, left and right, fellow students, he guesses, with weapons and signs of struggle around their bodies.
He then pats around his body to find a bayonet, that if he's correct he should still have if his clothing and equipment still remains the same. He successfully finds it and attaches it to the front of his rifle. He then continues throughout the halls of the dead school.
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"Ok, to set everything into order." He then grabs a notebook small enough to fit in his trousers' pockets, then a pen which he grabbed from the body of a dead student. He writes everything he knows for now in the notebook.
O.F.F.R-B.K.M.P Member Log #2.1
On the 10th of October, my death was confirmed, however, I've been transported to a school, a destroyed one. Log :
- Lacking food. My lunchbox containing the tupperware with the food is not with me.
- Ammo and cartridge amounts are the same as when we arrived in the "Battle of the Forest".
- Requiring to find allies.
- Possibly in a Russian town, where exactly is unknown.
Priorities :
- Finding food and water.
- Finding ammo.
- Identify possibly useful allies.
Log end.
Signature : CLB
He then closes the notebook and stores the pen in his pocket, he then gets up and walks out of what appears to be a former teacher's nook. He then holds a tight grip on his M14, not pointing it at anything, he also decides to remove the bayonet just in case he REALLY needs to use it. He then remembers his bombed out school, when he was running for his life as debris flew everywhere as artillery rained down. An experience he was frightened by.
He walks by several classrooms, which was once filled with learners, but now is left empty, blood remains on some desks where presumably they used as possible makeshift operating tables... or worse. He does not wish to ponder on that thought and moreover, it's getting dark and the weather is just getting worse.
"Snowfall... smashed windows... fucking great place this is." He says sarcastically, as he makes his way over into a classroom. The classroom, much different from home Carlos realizes as he now takes time to observe the room, in his home nation, the classrooms have no ACs and only electric fans and open windows, in addition, chairs and desks were just combined into one. A slight sense of nostalgia just gives him a nice feeling as he decides to rest in the room for the night.
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