User:A Helpful Little Gnome/School1CS5Diary2

Ingame

Beyond a classroom You are the Stranger. You have 32 Hit Points and 1 Experience Point. You have ? Action Points remaining. Buy skills Contacts Settings Log out News FAQ Wiki Donate You are inside a classroom of Pridmore Way School, a high school. The windows have been covered with sheets to block interior light and movement, save for one that was broken, the sheet torn and the outside revealed. Mattresses, cushions, blankets, and dirty fabrics function as sleeping arrangements. Names have been written across the whiteboard, resembling a guestbook. Somebody has spraypainted how many of us has slept in these beds, all of whom we have never seen? on the wall above the door. You continue reading, passing over a few words. Black River needed to be crossed. The bridge there was blocked in places but otherwise passable. The dead were onto us by the multitude. As these things often go, when two events are put close together and contrasted by their peril, with one being of the greater severity than the other, it is the less perilous one that worry need be placed. When crossing blind through fog, amidst the horde of the hundreds of dead, it was the more perilous. When the fog was gone and the dead few, it was the less perilous. And when peril grew yet did not meet that of which Caiger made, the corresponding protection from peril did not follow, be it from our efforts or the world's luck. Maybe the contrast bred too much contentment. You pass over some words, the one's describing how Axel died and you fell. You are relieved that nothing similarly appalling occurred soon after: the survivors got on the school bus and little thought was given, though this was not emotional callousness on the fault of your companions. Izzy explains it as "the inability in that moment to render our feelings into opinions." You continue reading. As pleasant things are able to go––only relatively––things were pleasant. No dead were disturbed, and we disturbed no dead. The streets were generally easy passing; some areas had been cleared by other survivors at some time. None of us talked. Our objective remained unchanged, to go where we may pass through the border. To find a hole in the border is the desirable thing to do. Why would a hole in a wall be needed when such a wall is not taller than a ladder? The border seems a small, thin line, which you had crossed merely by walking through the open gate. Is their border, which must be impassable in nearly all places, different from yours? Is some impossible confusion in perception making the same border another thing for them, or for you? Are there two physical borders? Does the quarantine have a quarantine? Have you been mistaken of size and boundary this entire time? You never had a comprehensive concept of how things are, and the incomprehensive concept you have developed appears spurious. There is a little more to the entry. We stopped for a rest as intended, confident that no dead had observed us. The place is Pridmore Way School, one of the designed safehouses dispersed across the city. We should be out again after a brief stay, to the border. The entry finishes here. (What is a designed safehouse?) There is one more entry. Possible actions: Read the next entry Read the whiteboard Leave the classroom Inventory: You carry a knife; a journal and a notebook; a bloodied radio and a flare gun. You have a shotgun (2), a pistol (12) and three spare magazines inside your vest pouches. You are wearing a tactical vest, blue jeans, a white T-shirt and a pair of shoes.

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