Closer to the End

Chapter 8

I could feel myself choking. That was... unexpected... predictable... I have no idea! If you look at it, I mean... yeah. The way he treats me compared to everyone else. Gosh, I feel bad for the guy that I literally, just met him not that long ago. I can't catch serious feelings that quick! At least, not ones that scream "I WANT TO DATE YOU".

I can't really tell what I feel about him. I feel like feelings hidden deep within are coming out once again. But I can't be really sure. Plus, he hates gays! I don't for one. But I mean, I guess that's something "old Lola looked past."

"L-Lola." I realized I was staring at a bottle of rubbing alcohol. I was packing it in a small bag to take.

"I think you broke her! OW!" I heard Leo yelp as he get hit on the head. "No I didn't idiot. Lola, don't feel pressured, let's just go get our medical supplies back." I looked back at who spoke. Andrew.

"Yeah... right." I shoved the alcohol into the bag and grabbed some more bandages and zipped up the bag.

"Is that everything?" I looked at everyone. I just wanted to pretend that nothing happened. Not just for my sake... okay mostly my sake.

The group was Me, Mara, Leo, Jason, and Andrew.

"Yep, now its time for the REAL fun to begin!" Mara perked right up. Her unsettling grin remained clear as day. Her eyes still as soulless as ever. I wonder how I ended up here in the first place.

"Alright. So, do we know which group took our medical supplies and what classroom they're in?" We should start somewhere.

"Not sure. Maybe we should as Bryson since he brought it up." Jason said.

"That's the Invasion Groups job. But I'll give you a hint what the people looked like." We whipped around to see Bryson heading our way. I felt myself getting a little nervous. Oh great, what was that you weren't catching feelings for him?  Shut up.

"Alright, lay it on us!" Mara piped. Bryson smirked. " One has black hair that covers his eye, and the girl had a number written... it had a 9 on her shirt somewhere... I think. She's blond. That's all I picked up from them until they were out of my sight."

I put my finger under my chin. "I see, does anyone recognize them?" Everyone shook their heads no. I frowned. Well you really shouldn't have expected much.

Mara kicked her feet. "I guess we'll need to go looking around then! Come along, I'll show you guys the route we go on, since everyone (almost) has never done this before!"  I nodded. "Sounds good."

Mara opened the side classroom door. It made no noise as opened.

"Now, follow me."

Mara lead us through the halls. The silent patting of our shoes was heard against the bloody floors. It smelled like rotting. The walls were covered in brown, dried blood. It all smelled disgusting. Our flashlights reflected off the bloody walls and onto the ground. It was evident that the building had no electricity. Which made me wonder...

"Mara... where does the water come from... or food?" Mara didn't even look like she heard me. SO when she answered me 2 minutes later, in a silent voice I jumped.

"The food and water come in bottles. Every blood night its given at 7pm in crates to each group. No one knows how, but it happens. Before... because no groups were forced here everyday, it was just every random days. People would come back to crates in the group and unload. But now... it's different. And you can only leave on the day's you're aloud too." Yeah, I think ours is Sunday... Thursday... Friday?

"Oh... I see" Mara suddenly stopped. She backed up against the right wall. "Hide yourselves" she whispered. We threw ourselves up against the wall. Suddenly, I could hear grunting and the clangs of metal.

I inched closer to the edge of the wall and peered over into the next hallway. What our luck. It was the two people and another group. Fighting.

"Looks like they got caught stealing medical supplies." Mara muttered. I nodded and looked around. The group came out of classroom 47.

"How many classrooms are there?" I asked. "100. 50 on each floor. The gym and other places that aren't classrooms are boarded up and filled with dead bodies."

I looked closer at the two thieves and saw that they both had 89 on them. I then glanced around at everyone elses looks and noticed something that Mara failed to mentioned about each group earlier to me. But suddenly, the thought came flying into my head.

"Wait Mara, they must be from class 89. Think about it, they're both wearing white shirts with 89 on it. Our classroom... 38, everyone wears camo pants. The classroom they're stealing from, 47, everyone's wearing purple scarfs. It sounds obvious, but they must not be the smartest in the shed."

Mara looked back at me. "Well, well, well. And you thought you weren't the best at this. Also... how do you pick up that each group member must wear camo?" I scoffed at her.

"Whatever, lets find the stairs. And I'm not sure... the thought came to me." Everyone didn't move. I moved away from the wall.

"What?" Leo shuffled away from the wall. He looked nervous. "Actually... no one knows where the stairs are... only groups on the 2nd floor do.

"Are you... kidding me." I felt all my muscles tense up. I felt like I could pop a vain. " All this to find out we can't even get to the classroom. Calm down-

"Actually..." I peaked past Leo and froze. Another patrol group by the looks of it. They had 6 members and they all had blue stars on the left side of their cheek.

"We where passing by and heard you need to get to classroom 89. Judging by the camo, you must be the oh, so famous, classroom 38." The main girl smirked. I'm guessing she was the leader.

"What do you mean by-" Mara clapped her hand over my mouth. "And by the stars, you must be class 72."

"Correct." I bite Mara's hand. She pulled back and I swear I popped a vain. I looked like steam was coming out my ears. "And what do you want with us?" I angrily grumbled.

"Well, we're judging that class 89 is behind this. They must have stolen from you. They... have always been the more...troubled some group. So, we're offering... to help get your supplies back. For a price."