25. Not wanting to run into anyone who found abandoned factories in the middle of the night a fun place to be, he looked around for a hiding spot. There wasn’t much except the boiler room. So he began to move them one by one into the room. They were not cooperating, their bodies rigid and inflexible. He moved the girl in first and then dragged the painter in, hitting his head on a beam. The painter cried out but did not wake up. He quickly locked the door behind them and looked at the painter’s head. There was a bump but no blood. The two of them were slumped on the floor looking dead. He hoped that he hadn’t alerted whomever might be in the factory to their whereabouts. He imagined cannibals breaking in and feasting on their flesh.
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