I stagger along the endless stairway before me.
Curse the stairs. The stairs in the entire bloody school are always so steep and tedious - funny I've never noticed until I dislocated my knee.
I can't get the images I just saw out of my head.
So many dead people - zero percent success rate, now me.
I hear some voices coming from the landing above me.
"-yeah, he thought I was inviting him to the party. Bro fell for it, hook line and sinker. I'm just glad the responsibility of finding the next host is off my shoulders".
The same deep voice - it's definitely him. And he's talking about me like I am some stupid fool he stumbled upon and duped, not a man whose life is hanging in limbo.
"-he's not like the others though. He wasn't pleading and begging, he seemed pretty calm about everything to me". His companion says.
A deep, mocking laugh erupts from the other guy.
