Facade

Chapter 2

The corridor echoed with each step he took, the air stuffy and choking, the ventilation had been broken down since two years ago, by now Alloy was used to it. Ethel and him parted ways after their romancing, she was going to scavenge at the nearby housing estate, where the great battle was held.

He pushed the door open and a gust of fresh wind and air greeted him, he was on the rooftop of the main building of the school.

The rooftop floor was concrete, with cracks here and there, vines had begun to creep onto the balconies and handlebars where their growth was not hindered by the actions of mankind.

He found his leader pacing around in circles, his face pale white like a ghost and his breath in huge gasps of air.

"What's wrong?"

"He's still alive....He's alive..." The 21-year old stammered.

"Who sir? What are you talking about?" The confusion was clouding his mind.

"Where were you just now?"

"I was....busy."

"Well you missed it I guess. Has Ethel left yet?" His voice broke with care and concern as he choked up tears.

"Yes, your sister just left." Alloy rolled his eyes.

"NO! We got to get them back! Now!" Leader's eyes turned into a state of terror as he screamed commands to messengers.

Alloy's mind was in a state of disarray. What was happening?

"Hey! What's happening?"Alloy shouted.

"Alloy, this came an hour ago."

The leader reached into a duffel bag and pulled out a mass lump of rotting flesh with flies swarming around it,

it was a head. It's red hat was still attached. One eye was bulging out, its mouth gaping wide open with shock and its neck was lopped off with two clear swift blows.

"Dear God, what the hell is that?" Alloy swore and gagged at the smell. The leader had taken no effect from the smell.

"Alloy..." He stuttered." This head according to the 20-year old medics, is only four hours old."

He shoved it back into the duffel bag.

"That was a Sociali soldier."

"If he was still alive after the battle, why is he dead now?"

"The battle was yesterday night, the Sociali NEVER kill their own, it is one of their rules, currently there have been no tribe activity in there."

"What do you think?"

"That estate is famous for one reason and one alone."

"You're not saying that....He can't be still alive, he had no food and no water."

" He could have just killed vagrants and loners and took what the poor bastards had."

"It has been a year since his last killing. Are you sure it's not just some vagrant that was scavenging the battlefield?"