Date: 2/2/2023
By Swords
A horde of medieval, axe-wielding soldiers has breached the back doors of the school. I run the other way, stopping in the cloak room where visitors are listening to a tour guide. I say, "You better run," and then I'm off ahead of them to the next room. I know the tourists will be the bigger target, so I hide behind the window curtain. I can hear the Horde chasing tourists, their screaming, splattering, through the room and into to the next, and the next. The curtain is smothering me but I take controlled, shallow breaths, hoping they don't come back.