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took a little bit longer than they had expected, but they were able to get all of the bodies out of the library. They made a pile underneath the window.
"Now we have to move them away from the school," Jane said.
"What about the Shelly, Charles and Robert?" Claire asked. "We have to tell them what we're doing, that we're okay. They're going to wonder what happened to us. Besides, now that the bodies are out there, are they really going to cause any problems?"
Adam didn't think that they would. Surely, they could leave the bodies there for the night and move them in the morning. But something in Jane's eyes told him that she wasn't going to agree.
"We can move them," he said. "Claire, you can go and tell the others that everything's all right."
"Okay, I'll tell them. Then I'll come back to help you. But what if they want to join?"
"Tell them that we're almost done." He didn't want them coming to help. He didn't want them to see this.
Claire left the room.
Adam and Jane could have followed her out the door, but instead they decided to go out through the window.
"This i s reall y morbid," Adam said.
He stepped through first, placing his hands on the window and hoisting himself over the pane. His feet landed on the bodies. When he was steady, he held out his hand to help Jane. She came through the window, but didn't take it. She was too busy watching her step. Too busy trying not to look at the corpses. Too busy hoping that none of them would move.
She stepped onto the pavement.
They grabbed a body - the librarian - and began to walk away from the school.
"Where should we take her?" Adam asked.
"Over there," Jane replied. She used her head to point toward a small ditch. It dropped away from the school. That way they wouldn't have to see the bodies.
Just like the ditch at the cafe , they both thought.
They took the librarian over to the edge of it.
"On the count of three," Adam said.
They swung the body back and forth, then threw it.
It arced through the air and plopped onto the ground. The body rolled a little before it got stuck at the base of a tree.
Adam turned away from it. "Ready to get the other ones?"
Jane was.
They walked back to the school.
As they approached the dead bodies, they heard talking. Jane slowed her pace and looked at Adam. Adam recognized Shelly's voice. She was inside the library. He stuck his head in through the window.
"What are they doing here?" he asked Claire.
Claire turned to him, a guilty expression across her face. And frustration. "I told them not to come, but they wouldn't listen to me. They said that they wanted to help."
Adam looked at Shelly. Angry. Annoyed. But he wasn't going to yell at her. "There's nothing that you guys can do," he said calmly.
"We can clean up in here," Shelly said.
"I don’t know." Adam rubbed his chin. He didn't want her to have to touch any of the corpses’ remains. "Maybe you could find a book and read it to Robert instead."
"That's a great idea!" Shelly ran over to the little boy and grabbed his hand. She led him to a far corner in the library. "Let's find a good book!"
Adam saw her search through a row until she found one she liked. She sat down with the little boy in her lap and started to read.
"We can do the clean up," Claire said, pointing between herself and Charles.
"Okay, thanks." Adam turned back to Jane. "Let's get going."
Without pause, Jane grabbed for another of the bodies. A little boy this time. He was wearing a sports jersey and a pair of jean shorts. His chest had been crushed in.
Adam lifted the boy's shoulders. Jane, his feet.
As they carried the dead boy away they could hear Shelly reading the story to Robert. Something about two dogs wanting to have a party.
Chapter 8
Adam stood at the top of the hill. The bodies were lying down in front of him in a pile. It continued to remind him all too much of the corpses at the cafe. Those had been old people, these were kids. Still, it was becoming somewhat of a
"Now we have to move them away from the school," Jane said.
"What about the Shelly, Charles and Robert?" Claire asked. "We have to tell them what we're doing, that we're okay. They're going to wonder what happened to us. Besides, now that the bodies are out there, are they really going to cause any problems?"
Adam didn't think that they would. Surely, they could leave the bodies there for the night and move them in the morning. But something in Jane's eyes told him that she wasn't going to agree.
"We can move them," he said. "Claire, you can go and tell the others that everything's all right."
"Okay, I'll tell them. Then I'll come back to help you. But what if they want to join?"
"Tell them that we're almost done." He didn't want them coming to help. He didn't want them to see this.
Claire left the room.
Adam and Jane could have followed her out the door, but instead they decided to go out through the window.
"This i s reall y morbid," Adam said.
He stepped through first, placing his hands on the window and hoisting himself over the pane. His feet landed on the bodies. When he was steady, he held out his hand to help Jane. She came through the window, but didn't take it. She was too busy watching her step. Too busy trying not to look at the corpses. Too busy hoping that none of them would move.
She stepped onto the pavement.
They grabbed a body - the librarian - and began to walk away from the school.
"Where should we take her?" Adam asked.
"Over there," Jane replied. She used her head to point toward a small ditch. It dropped away from the school. That way they wouldn't have to see the bodies.
Just like the ditch at the cafe , they both thought.
They took the librarian over to the edge of it.
"On the count of three," Adam said.
They swung the body back and forth, then threw it.
It arced through the air and plopped onto the ground. The body rolled a little before it got stuck at the base of a tree.
Adam turned away from it. "Ready to get the other ones?"
Jane was.
They walked back to the school.
As they approached the dead bodies, they heard talking. Jane slowed her pace and looked at Adam. Adam recognized Shelly's voice. She was inside the library. He stuck his head in through the window.
"What are they doing here?" he asked Claire.
Claire turned to him, a guilty expression across her face. And frustration. "I told them not to come, but they wouldn't listen to me. They said that they wanted to help."
Adam looked at Shelly. Angry. Annoyed. But he wasn't going to yell at her. "There's nothing that you guys can do," he said calmly.
"We can clean up in here," Shelly said.
"I don’t know." Adam rubbed his chin. He didn't want her to have to touch any of the corpses’ remains. "Maybe you could find a book and read it to Robert instead."
"That's a great idea!" Shelly ran over to the little boy and grabbed his hand. She led him to a far corner in the library. "Let's find a good book!"
Adam saw her search through a row until she found one she liked. She sat down with the little boy in her lap and started to read.
"We can do the clean up," Claire said, pointing between herself and Charles.
"Okay, thanks." Adam turned back to Jane. "Let's get going."
Without pause, Jane grabbed for another of the bodies. A little boy this time. He was wearing a sports jersey and a pair of jean shorts. His chest had been crushed in.
Adam lifted the boy's shoulders. Jane, his feet.
As they carried the dead boy away they could hear Shelly reading the story to Robert. Something about two dogs wanting to have a party.
Chapter 8
Adam stood at the top of the hill. The bodies were lying down in front of him in a pile. It continued to remind him all too much of the corpses at the cafe. Those had been old people, these were kids. Still, it was becoming somewhat of a
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