The walk to the supply rooms confirmed part of his assumptions. Some of it was touched, but not nearly enough to put a sizable dent in the resources. They all died before using it, or they knew their ending was coming, so they left it for some other survivor to find.
Unlikely given the front door was beyond locked... Kyrie shook his head, with the storage room out of the way, Kyrie moved to the dormitories…
A great number of people died there, motionless. Their faces were a little peaceful but still frowning. They froze to death, unaware of their ultimate fate before it befell them.
Some beds were empty, or the place hadn't reached maximum capacity, or other people moved out, refusing to die here. The memory of so many people dying together in a single room, struggling to keep their warmth for just a little longer came to mind.
Kyrie's lips were dry and rough at the thought of those memories. It was crushing to see that type of view again.
