Close-quarters fighting was something to be dreaded and not to be taken lightly, because at any given moment, even if my students were ahead causing a false impression that the way behind was clear, an enemy could always pop out from a hidden corner to try and claim my head. It would certainly be much easier to eliminate a lone student than to go after an entire group, not to mention being a more intelligent and safe approach, but despite my over-the-top anxiety, I made it all the way to the end of the staircase with no incident.
To my front, the sight of this new floor was as grotesque as the one below, the trails that should’ve been on earth, crafted by happy feet who danced on a path of joy, were painted in bright red, gushes of it glued to everywhere I could lay my eyes on. Like perm
