The large oak door opens once more with a small creaking of the old wood.
This time it was the lady again, she faced us and beckoned us to follow with her gloved hand.
I looked at Pocket for reassurance and he nodded to show it was ok. So I slowly got up off the bed, stumbling a bit I was caught by pocket. He put his arm under my shoulder and helped me to stand properly.
I thanked him then both of our gazes went back to the lady, she nodded slightly then held the door open for us. Pocket helped me to walk properly from the slight dizziness I had remaining. The lady followed behind after closing the door.
We found ourselves in an dimly lit hallway, wide enough for 3 people to go down at once, full of old pictures and paintings. The art was exquisite and looked expensive, the people in them looked to be painted with great care. I wonder if it was the lady who painted them. It was as if their eyes followed us as we walked. I thought it was a bit creepy but tried to ignore it.
We made it to the end of the hallway and saw a red door it looked new, so new that the paint looked like it hadn't fully finished drying. I was going to try to open the door but Pocket stopped me, then pointed to the lock on the door. I looked at him, confused, as surely they wouldn't lock a door right after entering, that would be just pointless.
My thoughts were quickly proven to be wrong, as the lady took a key from around her neck. It seemed to be attached to a small silver chain upon closer inspection. She put it in the keyhole then turned it to and to my surprise the door makes a click sound, opening.
The lady then hurried us through the door with a pushing motion without touching us. We went inside the next room, it was like we were dirty to her which freaked me out a little.
The room was full of old fashioned furniture and had candles for lights. Although this was to be expected as after the virus hit, it's like the whole world was thrown back in time. Some technology, for example rechargeable batteries and solar panels, survived but without people to give maintenance they aren't very useful. Cars are out of the question as all of the petroleum went out of date.
While lost in my thoughts, all of a sudden we all heard a loud cough to get our attention. We then turn to see a man standing at the end of a long table in the room with the other children of my group. I was glad to see them safe...