Amber and Ghost headed back into the Physics Room and into the corridor. The rooms were dangerous, giving ghouls too big an advantage. The corridor wasn't great, but it was better and Ghost knew where they should to go next.
Apart from a shotgun, Ghost didn’t carry any weapons exactly. He wore a long coat with a lot of interesting pockets and carried a rucksack slung over one shoulder. While Amber carefully checked all her equipment before they set off, he was equally careful not to check his. It was like those times you can’t remember if you locked the car and you have to actually check it to see. By not knowing what he had brought with him, he could adjust reality whenever he needed so that what he wanted was what he’d packed. He also had a knack of focusing reality into a weapon.
They continued down the corridor until it came to a fork and turned left. There were the fire extinguishers that people invariably set off on the last day of term. They passed more science labs and then the maths rooms. They turned left. The next part was tricky. They didn’t need to go too far along the corridor, but it would be easy for them to be trapped in from both ends now. In which case their only way out would be through the classrooms and if they had ghouls in them it would be a problem.
Amber took a deep breath and let it out slowly. They walked along until they reached the specific door. It was different to all the rest and much better secured. In fact now that she looked at it, she felt it was like someone had taken the room from somewhere else. She looked at Ghost. He shook his head; this door was self-locking; there were no other realities to choose from. She put the shotgun against the lock and fired. The door swung open from the blast. She raised the shotgun to fire a second shot at anything that had decided to be there that night.
In the music room the rioting ghouls looked up and paused. That shotgun blast had been much closer...
The room was dark. Security windows blocked out the moonlight. She listened carefully but could only hear her heart beating in her ears. Well at least there were no ghouls rushing them yet. Ghost concentrated then reached into a pocket pulling out a torch. Careful to point it into the room, he turned it on. The room appeared to be empty.
He’d only been here once before. The feeling that the room really belonged somewhere else struck him too. The desk the Headmaster would sit behind, a few comfortable chairs, a scattering of pictures on oak shelves and a few bottles of alcohol. This wasn’t a place for students. It wasn’t even a place for teachers. It was somewhere, separate.
He sat down in the chair behind the desk. It felt strange. It was one of those things, like meeting your teachers later in life and still calling them “Sir” or “Mr Rogers” rather than Jack. Amber perched on the desk, still covering the room with her shotgun.
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