Fragile Hearts [DANGEROUS FELLOWS]

⚠️FORTY-FIVE: THE MAD DOCTOR STRIKES AGAIN⚠️

When you woke up, Ethan was still sitting in the chair facing the door with his bat in his hands, but he was fast asleep.

You sat up with a sigh, stretching your back. After a bit of arguing, everyone decided it would be most fair if you all slept on the floor. You leaned forward, hearing a crack come from your back.

Sleeping on the floor had given you memories of your little classroom back at the school.

You looked around Felix's room. Everyone there was still sleeping, the only sounds Zion's snoring and the cheerful birds outside. Lawrence and Felix were gone, probably out doing whatever important stuff leaders do.

Harry was lying to your left and he stirred, opening his eyes sleepily. He'd never been much of a heavy sleeper.

"It's still early," he murmured. "You should go back to bed."

"I can't," you said, shaking your head. You'd slept horribly last night, partly because of the hard floor but mostly because of your dream.

It had felt so real.

Harry sat up as well, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "I had a bad dream, too," he said, and you wondered how he always knew what you were thinking.

"About zombies?" you asked quietly, scooting over to sit by his side.

Harry gave you a sad smile, and you saw the pain in his eyes. "My dad."

He never talked about his father much, and you couldn't help but feel curious. "What was it about?" you pushed.

Harry looked at the ground, and you could tell he was thinking whether or not to tell you.

"It's not important," he dismissed, and your heart sank a little. "It was only a dream."

The two of you sat in comfortable silence, until Harry stood up, stretching.

"Let's head out," he said, holding out a hand to help you to your feet. "I think Zion's snoring is making me go crazy."

You giggled, taking Harry's hand, and following him quietly past your sleeping friends and Ethan.

The hall was as quiet as the room, and you figured Lawrence and Felix were either on the first floor or outside somewhere. Harry was going to the stairs instead of the elevators.

"It'll be quieter," he explained, going down the steps. Your footsteps echoed eerily in the stairwell, and you were relieved when you made it to the lobby.

You started to head for the dining room when Harry stopped you, putting a finger to his lips. You stopped to listen, and you didn't hear anything.

At first.

The sound came from the far side of the lobby. It sounded like a man crying, and you realized that the staff door, which was usually locked, was open a crack.

"Do you think that's one of them?" Harry whispered. You couldn't tell, but the sound made your blood go cold.

"Stay here," he ordered, going over to the door.

"I'm coming too," you said, hurrying after him.

The two of you stopped the door, and Harry pushed it open with his foot, peering inside. You inched forward, feeling for a light switch.

"Hello? Who's in here?" Harry called. He took a few steps forward, looking around in the darkness. Over on the far side of the room, the green numbers of a microwave created a strangle green glow.

Your foot landed in something with a squelch, and instantly you felt sick to your stomach. You looked down, and when your eyes adjusted to the low light of the room, you saw a pool of dark red soaked into the carpet.