Viktor walked around the desolate corridors of the school. It had only been a mere three hours, and already, he could see cliques starting to form. The students standing at the entrances of the classrooms, the students sitting around a pile of bags, the nobles busy bickering amongst themselves… Luckily, chaos had not broken out yet. Everybody was just waiting; waiting for the "rioters" to leave. But Viktor knew they would not. Not for the next few weeks, at least.
Slowly, he made his way through the hallways, walking towards the kitchen. The kitchen did have knives, after all, which undoubtedly would be useful for melee combat. Of course, the reality was that the kitchen was entirely impossible to get into. Ten nobles guarded the entrance, warily looking at Viktor as he passed by, hands on their knives.
"Gah, fuck…" Viktor angrily mumbled under his breath. The lack of knives would cost him, as he had no plans to confront the nobles right now with their current number. He walked past, continuing the trek; his next stop would be the gym.
A short trek after, he arrived, walking into an empty gym.
"Heh?" Viktor was surprised; following normal logic, such a wide-open space would be a good spot for large groups. Of course, nobody was following normal logic right now, so Viktor disregarded that, going straight for the equipment room. This would cost him, though. As he walked into the cramped equipment room, four students immediately surrounded him. He had no place to run.
"Viktor, leave now." The one in front of him said.
"Why should I?" Viktor had to get these "weapons".
"You no longer have any power here, Viktor." The boy in front of him said, visibly angered.
"Oh, whatever. So you choose death, then." Viktor kicked forwards, sending the boy in front of him careening into a shelf, a sickening crack sounding out. The boy slumped down, lifeless. Just as the other three were recovering from the shock, though, Viktor again kicked out, sending another falling down, accompanied by a dull thunk as the boy's head hit the ground. The other two finally came to their senses, charging forwards simultaneously; Viktor sent a full-force punch at one, throwing him against a wall, only to suddenly get hit from the back, flying forwards and hitting a wall.
"For my friends…" The boy tried to stomp on his head, only for Viktor to roll to the right, getting back up again, though receiving a kick to the shin whilst doing so. Despite that, though, Viktor, adrenaline now coursing through his veins, ignored the pain, and put in a burst of energy, rushing forwards and punching the boy's face, the boy falling over, unconscious.
"Ugh, ow…" Viktor winced, holding his shin. Maybe tanking the hit had been a bad idea. Of course, he had no time to do a physical review at the moment. He had to start checking for useful equipment. He wandered around the shelves, looking around, seeing all types of exercise equipment.
"Weights, steel rods, soccer balls…" Viktor thought, walking along the aisles.
"Wait, steel rods?" Viktor thought, running back and picking up the steel rod on the shelf. The steel rod dully gleamed in the light, the markings on it indicating its original purpose, weightlifting. Viktor spun it around, finding the right grip, and eventually chose to hold it from the center, like a staff, and walked out, confident now that he had a weapon.
Once again, he returned to walking the empty hallways in search of a place to rest. Night was eventually going to descend, and he didn't want to be stuck in an open, unlit place. The hallways were already showing signs of wear, the paint occasionally showing stains of blood and waste. To think it had barely been an hour…
A while later, Viktor finally found an empty classroom, and opened the door… only to find that it wasn't empty at all. Five students sat in a corner, casually chatting, though their eyes immediately focused on Viktor when he walked in.
"Hi, Viktor. Care to join our group?" One of them said, walking in front of him.
"Who are you?"
"I am Anton, the leader of this group."
"Why should I join you?"
"We are nobles, and nobles should stick together, yes?" Anton said, laying a hand on Viktor's shoulder.
"Well, thanks but no thanks." Viktor pushed his hand off, preparing to leave.
"No, you have to join us." Anton's voice took a commanding tone, the boy entering a fighting stance.
"Oh, shut up." Viktor swung his staff at Anton, bones crunching as his head caved in. The other four nobles immediately charged forwards at him, Viktor sweeping their legs out from under them with a low strike. Surprisingly, though, they all got back up, charging forwards again. Viktor struck at the chest of the closest one, something cracking under his blow, and they boy coughed up a spurt of blood before collapsing to the ground.
"Oh, ew…" Viktor spun around, just in time to block a knife strike from a tall boy; he swung his staff at his head, bones crunching once more as his strike landed. The final boy bravely charged forwards.
"Is this really necessary?"
"Yes. Now die!" The boy swung a knife at him. Viktor blocked it with his staff, spinning around and hitting the boy hard on the back of the head, the boy also falling to the ground, lifeless. Viktor sighed, looking around at the carnage he had caused. Apparently, he was far stonger than he had estimated, so his attempts at knocking the nobles out had instead killed them.
Suddenly, Viktor felt an intense wave of nausea rising up, as he stumbled to the door, opening it and promptly puking in the hallway.
"Gah…" Viktor wiped his mouth, walking back into the classroom and starting to slowly drag the bodies out, leaving bloody trails on the ground. The bodies were gruesome to look at, what Viktor had just done starting to sink in, accompanied by an intense upwelling of guilt as he struggled to justify killing five innocent lives.
"I could definitely have done better. "
"Maybe it was unnecessary to kill them?"
"Or maybe it was."
"Oh, whatever. I probably should stop being sentimental." Viktor thought, trying his best to ignore the guilt as he started slowly dragging the bodies out.
30 minutes later
Night fell just as Viktor finished dragging the bodies out. He went back into the classroom, closing and locking the door behind him, taking stock of his supplies.
"Oh, that's a lot of food." Viktor thought, realizing that he had enough supplies to easily survive two weeks. All of a sudden, he felt his spirits lighten. Perhaps there was a silver lining to this after all… Soon after, though, the guilt returned.
"Guess I'll sleep… Maybe it'll be better tomorrow." Empty thoughts, but all Viktor could comfort himself with as he fell into a deep sleep, tormented by memories of the day. One day was all that it needed for everything to go to hell. A single day…