Chapter 6 - Realization

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Hello :D sorry for not updating (I think my last update was two months ago) anyway this is dedicated to coolkainzor!!! well, the dude's not one of my classmates, but since he requested a very awesome character, I dedicate this to him! sorry for the extremely late update!! please don't forget to comment :D comments help me write :D

When Chris and I, along with some of our friends, reached the boys’ dorm, we found problems. First, the gate near the dorm was not locked. It wasn’t open though. The sliding bar that keeps it closed is in its place, but the lock that’s always there isn’t.

“Let’s just block it off until we find a lock,” Zach Earnestine, a short blonde member of the baseball team, said as he started towards the gate.

“Good thinking,” Ryan agreed.

We pushed two dumpsters to block it off went to our rooms when we were satisfied with the result.

I went with Chris to the dorm room that we share and packed. I already have some clothes packed because of the evacuation earlier, and I only had to add a few more things. Chris scurried off to his side of the room to pack as well. I exchanged my backpack for a larger one that I used for hiking and transferred the contents of my pack. Spare clothes and shoes, toiletries, and some cash. You never know what will happen, so why not? Afterwards, I scoured my things for anything that might be useful. I found several batteries, a flashlight, a pocket knife, a lighter, scissors, a first aid kit (because being roommates with Chris is dangerous), razor blades and a pack of pop tarts.

“Chris,” I called out to him. “I never bought any pop tarts.”

He popped his head out from the bathroom. Thankfully, he had the sense to change out of his uniform. “I did. Yesterday.”

“Well, our pop tart days may soon be over,” I sighed. “Might as well bring this.”

Chris walked out of the bathroom and looked at me gravely. “We’re in deep shit, aren’t we?”

“You got that right,” I answered. “Are you done packing?”

“Almost.”

I nodded and headed off to change into a simple dark green shirt, a pair of pants and some sturdy shoes. I left my jacket in the bag, since it’s summer, but I did put on a hoodie. It could get cold tonight. When I came out the bathroom, Chris was already done packing, and he had two sleeping bags as well. I forgot that we'll need them. He was sitting on his bed, backpack at the ready, and staring at his phone.

“Did your brother call you?” I asked him.

He shook his head. “I tried calling, too. It doesn’t matter, anyway. I’ll just assume he’s out there somewhere. How about Julie? Did she call you?”

“No,” I answered. “But the last time I called her, she was in Fiji. There’s a good chance she’s alive.”

“At least your girlfriend doesn’t go to Kammer.”

“Yeah. If she went here, she would’ve stayed behind like us.”

“Well, let’s not dwell on that,” Chris said as he got up. “Let’s get back to Lilac.”

“She’ll punch you in the stomach if she hears you call her that,” I said to him.

“And she’ll never,” he answered with a grin. He then rested his sword on his shoulder. “Aren’t you going to bring yours?”

“I don’t know if I should be carrying around a huge-ass sword at these times,” I answered.

Chris caught the tone of my voice. “Dude, just bring it. You never know if you’ll need it.”

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