I just hope that “Bloody Hell” is going to refer to what I’ll end up giving the monsters of this world, and not the other way around.  Either way, it’s not like it’s something I can do anything about now.  Just why the flip didn’t I say “cancel” earlier?  My brain just doesn’t seem to be working at 100%, but with all that hel… heck that’s happened, who can blame it.

I suppose the first order of business is to find me something to wear.  It’s disgusting out here, and who knows what type of disease or plague this mess is going to cause.  Sleeping in it last night certainly didn’t do me any good; most of my body is now caked in a mix of blood, skin, and hair that I’ve been deliberately trying oh so hard to ignore this morning.  The feeling alone is something… indescribable.  And not indescribably good either, but something so nasty that it makes the senses shut down when experiencing it.

I’m also getting really hungry and thirsty.  I never would’ve imagined that I’d ever feel hunger surrounded by things like this, but I guess that’s one of the side effects of being reborn with an empty stomach and then losing whatever bile was in it anyway last night.  If I’m going to survive in this new reality, I’m going to have to teach my stomach to be stronger.  I’m going to have to be stronger. 

Dying isn’t fun; it hurts like he… heck.  But, I guess it’s better than the alternative.  It doesn’t look like anyone else is respawning.  You know, it might not be so bad if there was a couple dozen girls running around dressed like I am after the respawned.  Little Bud would probably like it.  Or then again, it might not be as fun as I’d imagine; in fact it’d probably be embarrassing as heck – and not for them but for me.  Just thinking about it kind of makes me blush in fact; which is a nice sort of relief from reality.

Gagging, I slowly moved the first corpse off the pile in the center of the room.  The bodies in here wasn’t as mangled and destroyed as whatever had rampaged down the hall itself, and it was easy enough to tell this was a guy.  Kind of short, with the Asian look about him.  If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say he was probably Korean.  Is there even a Korea out there anymore?  I wonder if these cracks opened up elsewhere, or just here on the island?  From what I saw from the rooftop, it seemed as if they covered the whole island, but was it a generally localized occurrence?   I hope so.  If it was, they’ll probably send in armed forces from around the world to try and look for survivors.

Trying not to look so closely at the other corpses, I started to pull them out from between the chairs and off from each other.  To distract myself from focusing too closely, I started counting them as numbers.  Once I’d pulled 5 girls and 6 guys out of the – What the heck was it, anyway?  Some type of insane goblin hut? – I managed to get down to where I could finally see into the middle of it. 

Sure enough, the goblin had placed everything so that the bodies and chairs had formed what was some sort of igloo, and I guess his treasure hoard was the assortment of junk inside it.  There were a few backpacks still intact, several bottles which I guess students had with water in them, and most disturbingly the corpse of a naked female which was sprawled out in the most vulgar way.  It was covered in blood and matter from where it’d drained down and fallen from the corpses stacked above, and it was my first time every truly seeing a completely naked woman – not that it enticed Little Bud to stand up and salute or anything.  The whole scene was so horrific that even he tried to curl up and make hide himself from it. 

There was only two things that I could conclude from what I was seeing.  First, I needed to grab that goblin’s corpse and beat it a few more times.  It’d obviously been raping the body inside the “human igloo”, and I wasn’t certain which idea I imagined made me sicker to my stomach – the thought of it doing it before the girl died, or perhaps after.   It’s a good thing there wasn’t anything at all in my gut at the moment because just the thought of what it had did was making me gag.  And the second thing my mind was trying to tell me: there might be survivors that were taken prisoner by some of these beasts.  Though, I don’t know if they’d want to keep surviving in the hands of the monsters I’d seen so far…

Staring; I was having a hard time taking my eyes away from the sight in front of me; I slowly wiggled into the opening I’d made and grabbed the handles of a few of the backpacks and bottles and slid them back out with me.  There wasn’t anything I could do for the girl, she was already dead, and I didn’t want to end up that way myself once again.  In some ways, she was the lucky one.  She only had to experience this hellhole once.  No matter what, it seemed like I was stuck in it.

Trying to put thoughts of her out of my mind, (And it was a hard thing to do.  I don’t think I’ve ever felt such pity or remorse or sorrow or whatever it was I was feeling for another human being ever before in my life.)  I opened up one of the bottles and gulped down the contents without even looking to see what it was.  Some sweet sugary soda which left an awful aftertaste in my mouth as it mingled with the stale iron taste of the blood which I’d been smelling and tasting all morning after waking up.

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Having most of my thirst slated at the moment, I focused all my attention to the packs before me.  Opening them up, I found basic school supplies.  Apparently this was a math classroom of some sort before the attack, as most of them had an “Introduction to Calculus” book in them.  I suppose whatever had happened in here, it must’ve happened before the students had even gotten their books out. 

Which thinking on it, was kind of odd.  I was skipping class and was the first to witness the phenomenon; my title proved that; so they had plenty of time to get their books out.  Maybe it was a test day for them?  How the heck would I know.  Shrugging to myself, I decided to just drop the issue and forget about it.  It’s not like it matters now, after all, does it?

I found a few phones, a few tablets, several calculators, and none of which were of any use for me.  The phones were passcode locked, as were the tablets (my own phone was in my pocket and had went up in smoke with my first corpse), and I honestly didn’t think a calculator would be of any use to me.  Lots of books, pens, pencils, papers and such.  There was various pieces of snack food and candy stuffed into the bags, which I gobbled down without even paying too much attention to.  I was hungry, it was food, I didn’t have any allergies, and I wasn’t feeling too picky at the moment.

I was hoping to find a pair of sweatpants or something in one of the packs which belonged to the guys, but had no luck in that department.  I did find myself a clean pair of women’s underwear in one of the bags (Why would a girl keep a change of underwear in her bag, I wondered?), but it was obviously too small for me to consider wearing it.  In another bag, I found a small sewing kit which had a pair of safety scissors in it, which almost made me cry.  Stupid school rules! Scissors might not make a very effective weapon, but with your “no knife” policy, I didn’t even have the luxury to try and use them for something like that.  Safety scissors for goodness’s sake!  I wonder how many students had even been attacked and killed with a normal set in the past where they had to ban them?

Sighing at how stupid our society had gotten before The Crack, I started dumping things out of the bags and filling them up with the fullest bottles and whatever leftover junk food I could find in the other bags.  I also put the panties in the bag to keep them, as they were the only non-bloodied cloth I’d found so far, and I might need to use them for some sort of makeshift bandages or something later.

Once I’d completed that task, I wandered around the room and checked the feet of the students  until I found a pair of sneakers that looked like I could wear them.  They were stained in the wearer’s blood, but the floors were a mess and I *had* to have something to protect my feet.  And once my bare feet weren’t squishing and sticking to the dried muck on the floor, I went over to the windows and yanked down one of the window shades.  Fighting back the disgust that welled up in the back of my throat, I climbed back into the remnants of the human igloo and unfurled the shade and covered the unknown girl’s body with it.  Honestly, I should’ve positioned her differently to give her corpse a little more respect, but I just couldn’t force myself to actually touch her at all.  I hope her spirit can forgive me, but this is the best I can do.  I’m sorry.

After that, I climbed back out and went over to the windows once again and tore down another shade.  This one I used those oh so glorious safety scissors on and I tried to cut a hole in them.  Guess what!  The flipping scissors broke before they even cut the stupid things!  Feeling disgusted, angry, and ill to my stomach, I grabbed up one of the splintered chair legs and proceeded to jab, jab, jab at the center of the shade until I could finally poke several holes in it.  Once my temper was sated a bit better, I tossed that ruined shade away and tore down another one.  This one I unrolled and more gently jabbed a few holes near the center of it and then I ripped those to make a larger opening in the middle.  Finally satisfied with my work, I draped the shade over my head and wore it like a poncho. 

One of the corpses nearby provided me a belt to tie around my waist, and I resolutely picked up my backpack of goodies and started moving towards the door with the fragment of the chair leg still in my hands.  It might not be the best weapon in the world, but it was the only thing I’d found so far that seemed remotely usable in the destruction of the classroom.