3:07 AM
Fenton was tired of hiding.
He was tired of being tired, and he wanted to leave, but soon word spread through those that were traveling around campus, braving the nightmarish hellscape that there was no way to leave.
He hid in the auxiliary gym with a few others, but they did not want to go outside. They were sure they would die, which wasn't an irrational fear, but at the same time, they would eventually die of thirst, hunger, or if they were found.
A girl in a superhero costume, her entire body covered in tar found them an hour earlier. She asked if anyone wanted to come with her, but they all said no. She sneered at them and said,
"You would rather hide and die than try to at least leave and die?"
She walked off, not letting anyone get a word in. Her words stuck in his head, as an hour later he wanted to leave. He tried to sleep but he couldn't, on the hard, bumpy, plastic floor. Even when he tried to relax, his mind wandered to the things he had seen outside.
Five weeks after his first mission his head had finally healed from the intense stress he put it under. Again his body was pushed to the limit and now his head was pounding, his eyes bloodshot, the world spinning, even when he closed his eyes.
He grimaced when he remembered the whispers of the corpses.
"Where is your friend," they taunted him. "Where is Acheus?"
It hurt the inside of his soul to hear the name of his friend, who he had to slowly over time accept that he most likely was dead.
Fenton was tired of waiting to die.
He decided he would choose how he died instead, looking for a way out instead of waiting to die.
Groggy and exhausted he made his way into the locker room. His plastic fangs glowed in the dark, red, and bright as he felt his way through the locker room. He washed whatever blood was on him and stumbled through looking for paper towels.
He cursed quietly in the dark once he felt that the dispenser was empty. After sitting on the bench inside the locker room, talking to himself quietly and trying to make himself brave, he left.
No one tried to stop him.
Some of the lights were on in the hallway. He walked quietly and flinched when he heard screams in the distance. He quickly turned around in the other direction, hands gripped and close to his sides.
Fenton looked around sporadically, trying to find anything to use as a weapon.
He had no idea where he was going, and started to regret his decision to leave. Fenton finally made his way to an emergency exit, which was left wide open, light streaming in.
He poked his head outside to see if everything was safe.
It was not.
The campus was on fire. Corpses walked around, lit up until they finally perished on the ground. Most of the fire was put out by the many sprinklers inside the buildings, but the flaming corpses spread the fires from building to building, intentionally and accidentally.
This is hell. There are dead people, fire, we're trapped inside and this is most likely hell.
He quickly ran out of the building, hoping that none of the corpses would follow him, but they did. He was a prime target of theirs, as they knew if they followed him they might find Ace.
"Where is Ace," they moaned. "Bring him to us."
Fenton was not religious in the slightest but was starting to wonder if he was being tortured for something he was unaware of. He ran faster, heart racing, and into the parking lot.
A few of them that weren't on fire had followed him and promptly he pushed them away.
His eyes flashed and he moved an SUV, pummeling them and crushing them underneath. Shuddering and gasping he stumbled over to find someplace to hide.
He passed by a black Jeep and paused.
I know that car. That's Mark's car.
There were no doors, so he got inside and started to rummage around. He found bags of candy and quickly ate them, almost eating the wrappers as well.
Like a squirrel who had found nuts, he would pause every few seconds to see if danger was near and continued eating. He shivered in the cold and watched as the fire spread, away from him and towards the forest.
He was relieved, but soon his brain started to piece together that they had a larger problem.
"Oh shit," he mumbled.
We could all just hide or wait for help from these monsters, but if the fire burns everything down there will be nowhere left to hide.
He hoped that the fire would burn at least most of the horrors that roamed the campus, but he doubted that it would help much.
Where should I go? I can't hide anymore.
He sat in Mark's car and wished that he had the keys, for at least he could try and avoid the monsters better.
If only I could move the wheels without gas or a key.
He laid in the car for ten minutes, wishing that he even knew how to drive. Like lightning, an idea struck him with force. His eyes glowed and the wheels started to turn. He grinned and grabbed the steering wheel.
I'm going to make it.
He peeled out of the parking lot, deftly swerving and turning quick corners using only his mind, no need for a driver's license or fear of stopping.
He drove away from the fire and towards the lake on the other side of campus as far as possible from the flames he could get.