We Are the Kids From Yesterday

You're Just a Sad Song With Nothing to Say

Kobra had been right about their general location which seemed to please all of the boys except Ghoul. It seemed he really really didn't want to stay in a hospital and once they got near it, Party noticed a small shudder from his friend. It was odd but at the same time, he wanted to know what was wrong. He wanted to know what was it from Ghoul's past that made hospitals so bad? Maybe they were creepy on their own, but Ghoul seemed like he couldn't bring himself near one.

"We still have time until night," Ghoul said as they got to the entrance and Jet went to open a door. "We don't need to go in just yet."

"It'll be fine," Jet said, opening the doors. "We need to make this a little makeshift place we might be staying in for a few days. Just in case. We don't know what might happen, the weather is really unpredictable."

Sighing, Ghoul just said, "Fine." But he didn't really look fine, he actually looked like he was mentally preparing himself for a traumatic event. Party was worried, to say the least so as Ghoul followed Jet in, he slowed down and walked back to catch up with Kobra, who was trailing a bit behind the rest.

"Hey, is Ghoul acting weird?" he started, already knowing how Kobra would respond. Of course Ghoul was acting weird, anyone could see that.

"Yeah," Kobra said. "He said it was something from when he was a kid so it must've been really bad. It seems... It almost seems like it's painful for him to be within ten feet of this place."

"I'm a bit worried," Party continued, starting to lead Kobra forward into the house. "Like, he's perfectly capable of handling his own problems but I don't want to be hurting him by taking him here."

"I mean, he did say he was fine," Kobra said, pulling his backpack up his sleeve. "I guess the best we can do is trust him. If something happens, we'll be there to help. We've been here for him the past four years, that's not about to change."

Party nodded. Kobra was right. He had no reason to be worrying, they had to simply trust Ghoul when he says he'll be fine and if he ends up not being fine, help him through it. Though Party was sure that the extra nerves were from those pesky feelings that just shouldn't be there. It just felt so wrong to get such a fluttery feeling whenever Ghoul would sweep his long black hair out of his eyes or when he wrapped an arm around Party's shoulders, likely in a friendly way but what he wished was more.At the same time though, these wrong feelings... felt right.

But Party pushed them aside for now as Jet called him and Kobra to hurry up. The two rushed in where Jet seemed to be observing rooms, making sure it was safe for them to stay in. No point in a shelter that gave you tetanus. But as Jet walked out of a room, he saw where the three were waiting and said, "No point in staying down here. There's nothing. Let's head up, there'll be actual beds."

"Hopefully," Kobra said.

"Yeah, it's been like eight years since we've been here," Party added. "But I doubt someone would've taken everything."

The four of them squeezed into a rather small elevator with Ghoul being rather silent, for reasons the boys only knew of vaguely. Party ended up having way too much fun pressing buttons to the point where they eventually ended up on the second highest floor. Once they got out and started looking around was when the unease started setting in for the rest. It likely wasn't as bad as what Ghoul could be going through, the poor boy's trauma but they were all really starting to get a bit nervous. Hopefully no undead bodies would appear out of nowhere or Party would have likely jumped out the nearest window, not giving a second thought to how high they were off the ground.

"I guess we could all just set up camp in our own rooms," Jet suggested. "There are enough. I mean, it's a bit creepy in here but we'll all be fairly close together."