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I Don't Know

Traversing in the dark, with a flickering flashlight and a handgun that could only be wielded by a visibly anxious teenager, trying to find Green who they had no idea if was safe or injured or worse was likely very damaging to Zelda's psyche. She imagined it would be—she had taken to twirling her fingers in her hair to ground herself. The action resulted in her hair tanging and knotting around her fingers which would lead to her needing to painfully yank her hand away every five minutes, but it was keeping her grounded when she just wanted to drift away, forget about everything an distance herself through all of this.

They all moved slowly. It felt like a horror movie, or a horror video game, since Zelda was in control of her actions. The air felt cold, seeping through the hoodie Marin had let her borrow.

Sometimes, there'd be a noise—a moan from a zombie, an exhale of breath, a faint voice and everyone would start, but even with the fifteen minutes of walking down endless hallways, they had yet to really bump into anyone.

Slowly, they reached another door—Zelda didn't know what door. At this point, they weren't really looking for anything specific. It felt a lot more like they were wandering around aimlessly, but it wasn't aimless, they were aiming to find Green, but with no way to tell where he was, it felt aimless.

Zelda wanted to slam her head into a wall while the door opened, the same creaking noise she had heard what felt like a dozen times already. She swallowed while she stepped in beside Blue, Red and Marin—but blinked, confused.

"Marin," she said. "Wasn't this the room we were in earlier?" She looked around—at the tables with sheets, knowing what was beneath those sheets...

"This is." Zelda glanced around.

"Oh, it's you guys." Zelda almost jumped out of her skin—even though the voice was relieved and not at all threatening. She turned around—only to find Green in the corner, his hands raised. "It's just me!"

"Oh, goddesses!" It really was just Green—Zelda was still trying to figure out how they had gotten to the same room, with the same two corpses in the same places, but the room had previously only had one entrance in a one hallway that Zelda knew they hadn't walked through this time around, but for a minute, she just focused on the utter relief that flooded her mind now that she knew Green was safe. He was uninjured completely and didn't have a speck of blood on him. "Are you okay?" She asked, even though Green looked more okay out of all of them.

"Yeah, more or less," he said. "Some zombies chased me down this hallway and into here, but I closed the door and they couldn't seem to figure out how to open it. They got bored and wandered off after awhile."

Blue frowned. "What hallway?"

Green looked at him. "The one outside of this room?"

Red looked at Green. "But there was no hallway outside of this room?"

Marin added, with the same questioning tone, "But there was when Zelda and I were here earlier?"

At the same time, they seemed to all decide to drop this conversation topic and focus on the more pressing matter at hand—getting out of there.

"Okay," Zelda breathed. "Okay. So, this place is full of zombies and people with guns who are trying to kill people for reasons we don't know, the only exit we know of is locked from the outside, and trying to find another would mean navigating in the dark and hoping we don't run into anything and possibly finding nothing."

Marin looked up. "What about the window?"

Everyone followed her gaze. Red brightened. "The building's only one story, it can't be a long drop!"