We mutually decide that even though we might die if we go back to the police station, there’s a high chance we’ll find a map there. And a high possibility that we’ll be murdered. But the map is worth it because neither of us have any sense of direction.

We stew in silence as we walk back, each of us imagining what we’ll find behind that door. Finally reaching it, I look at Daisy and she gives me a slight nod, both of us silently communicating on when to open it. I step forward and give the door a light tap, making it squeak in protest as it opens a few more inches. I give it another tap, and it squeaks some more. Getting sick of my mousiness, Daisy steps past me and gives it a shove, causing the door to slam open. A wave of dust comes down from the doorway arch, and we’re left coughing as we desperately try to look through the haze to see whether someone’s rushing towards us with an ax. Taking the lead again, she steps forwards through the dust to see what’s on the other side. Not hearing any screaming, I follow her lead, and gag at the sight before us.

One, two, three…even more bodies are either laying around the floor or hanging from the ceiling. Daisy leans over and throws up while clutching her stomach, then straightens like it never happened. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she continues to the nearby wall, which is covered by a huge stand filled with pamphlets. I’m still frozen at the door, thinking about all the causes there might be for their deaths that could cause mine, but as I look closer I see every person- I mean, corpse- either had scratches around their face, or eyes similar to the guy’s we met before. Reassured that someone isn’t going to jump out and hack me to pieces, I slowly move forward towards where Daisy stands. I’m forced to step over and around bodies, and every time I do for some reason I mutter ‘sorry.’ I think it’s starting to get to my head. Either that, or my parents raised me to be extraordinarily polite.

I join her by the wall and start looking for a map. After a couple of minutes pass she whispers, “Got it.” We dash out of there and practically gulp in deep breaths of outside air.

“Hahhhhh…” We sigh in unison, then look down at our reward.

“So, how far away does the map say we are from the lift?”

Daisy open it up and spreads it out on the ground. It’s a decent sized map, spanning about a square meter.

“I think we’re…here, and the lift is over…here” She says as she points to spots on the map. They’re on opposite sides of the map. Joy, even more walking.

“Well, lead the way so we can get out of here fast.”

“With pleasure.” Finally, we’ll be able to escape this living hell and go back to normal. Forget my parents, I want to go home. Then I can worry about them.