CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE

On the other side of the library, they were welcomed with students: males and females, who were so engrossed in themselves they didn't notice the students in tattered clothes, carrying corpses, unconscious bodies and looking like cavemen who'd survived a zombie apocalypse. It was almost midnight and the students were mostly concerned about for their sexual satisfaction. They couldn't care less about the students or the Vice Chancellor which had been reported missing a few hours ago.

“Our room is the shortest from here,” Harold told Wilkes. His voice was cracky and he found it difficult to talk. He was very thirsty, too. He turned to the others, “let us take them up there. Less people will see them that way.”

Slowly, like soldiers who had gone to represent their nations in a bloody war and were now returning after being victorious although a few comrades were bruised and battered, they all marched up the poorly lit stairs, walked down the hall that h