To Live Or Die At Lorelight Academy by Green Phillip

Author:Green, Phillip
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-10-01T00:00:00+00:00

I throw open the door to…some office.

Which office?—What do they do?—What’s inside?

—I have no idea.

But there’s no Infected inside, and I’m not getting strangled, so that’s double points right there.

I shut the door and squeeze my eyes shut, breathing in deep. Blissfully deep.

And I come face-to-face with…

…a skeleton.

“Mother…FUCK!” I blurt.

Fake.

Fake.

It’s fake.

Sheeeeesh.

I prod the mannequin lightly in the ribs with my fingertip, and the wooden bones dyed white clank against one another, held together by small, clear strings.

I recognized it, almost immediately. We had one in the library. No real human remains are bleached so brightly white a person can see them in such a dark room.

“Okay,” I mutter to myself, catching my breath for what feels like the thousandth time today. “Either I’ve found the medical office, or the office of someone with disturbing hobbies.”

A few moments with the flint and steel later, and two lamps are lit—one central lantern at the top of this low-ceilinged room, and another on a desk tucked into the corner. The skeleton has a counterpart I didn’t see in the dark—one who stands on the opposite end of the room and demonstrates skinless human musculature with fearless accuracy.

“Pardon me for screaming earlier, gentlemen,” I say with a nod, and scan the room.

The office has cabinets that cover almost all of the walls, with pull-out drawers on the bottom halves and cabinet windows on the top. All made of the same smooth grey wood. It makes the bleach-white bones of the demonstration skeleton stand out starkly against the greyscale wood and stone, and the red muscles and blue veins of the other figure is the most color in view.

The desk itself seems regularly used, with a tower of stacked leather books with unremarkable brown covers.

At the far end of the office, opposite the desk, the rectangle opens up into a pentagon-shaped secondary room.

One thing at a time, I decide, and start searching the immediate surroundings.

The drawers contain instruments and support tools for basic medical care. I find the aforementioned medical tape, as well as a soft fluffy material currently compressed within canvas packaging. I open one, and the material explodes out like I’ve freed a trapped cloud. I think it’s to pack wounds.

I grab three of the small packages of the stuff.

I’ve brought a small bag with me—nothing the size of our canvas bags, but something lightweight enough to store whatever I can find for Farah. I tuck the three wound-packs and the roll of medical bandage into the bag.

Forceps, scalpels, and other surgical instruments lie in a drawer closer to the floor. They have the mild dust of unuse on them. I guess if something is so bad that surgery is to be done, it’s not going to be done here in Yoostie’s token medical office. The one exception to this is a particularly ancient-looking bloodstain at the center of the room. That couldn’t have been a fun experience for whoever that blood came from.

There are plenty of materials here, and I’m faced with a problem:

There is such a thing as “too much stuff.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.