The Thief of Always: Ch 4-7 (Part 2)

The Thief of Always Chapter 4 - 7 Prompts (Part 2)

Prompt #4
I walked through the building, surveying for any signs of life that would threaten mine. Nothing set of warning, making me exhale with relief. I lowered my gun that now served no immediate purpose and tucked it into the waistband of my jeans for save keeping. Now that I could get comfortable, I studied the different rooms in the abandoned building. The first room was just an office with a desk shattered to pieces across the floor and a dusty old computer in the corner; once so useful and almost essential to life, now completely and utterly useless thanks to the end of organized civilization. I shut the door on that room, mentally marking it useless. The next two rooms consisted of empty shelves and dressers with drawers half open. Judging by my findings so far, the people that lived here got out in time. They packed and left in a hurry, escaping right before they came crawling into our world. If they were still breathing is another question I will never know the answer to.

I searched every room but one. The closed door was covered with posters of countless people and things. A band dressed in black and leather looked oddly friendly next to a Polaroid picture of a baby. I slowly and hesitantly entered the room. Light from the setting sun showered through the sheer white curtains. Unlike the other rooms, this one wasn't emptied out. The walls were a pale pink with abstract swirls of magenta. More posters covered the wall above a desk that was littered with books and office supplies. My breath got caught in my throat when I saw the Geometry textbook. This room belonged to a child.

I ignored the sad feeling in my stomach and continued searching the room. A guitar hung from a hook on the wall. Multiple purses and bags hung from the doorknob to what I guessed was a closet. At least seven books were piled on a small table next to the four-poster bed. The pale pink curtains were all closed, concealing something laying on the bed.

I cautiously opened the curtain closest to me. I gasped for breath and stumbled backwards at the sight. The curtain remained open, still showing me the body of a dead girl.