Male

Location: Boys' Dorm
State: Normal
HP: 100/100
Lust: 0/100
Infection: 0/100
Equipment:

I always hated school. For me, school was the incarnation of boredom: a place where you sit down on a boring chair, in a boring room and listen to boring people telling you boring and useless stuff. What is the point of memorizing things that will not help you find a job (like there still were some jobs left in that country) and that you will not remember the next year anyway? So when I finally had a chance to stop going to school, I tried to convince my parents I did not need to go to college.

But they found a way to keep me in that hell, like they always did. They knew I was tired of living at their place, so they decided to send me in a residential college far away from home. I could not resist the temptation to fly the nest at last, so I accepted.

It was not easy to find a school which would accept a student with results like mine. Public school was out of the question. They were all shut down anyway. It meant we had to find a private school that would accept a guy from a not so rich family, with awful school results. Not so easy. As time went on, my parents were more and more hopeless. But after the first two weeks of the scholar year, a private school finally accepted my application: a student had cancelled his registration.

It was a school with uniforms. I hated that more than school itself. Uniform was the purest illustration of school's goal: brainwash the new generations. But it was the price to pay for my independance. How ironic.

The only way to go to my new school ("Bottom Hills School - Residence of Excellence") was to take the train. Because of the massive strikes, it was nearly impossible to catch a train but I guess the universe really wanted to make me go to school again. By the time I got there, the sun had disapeared behind the horizon for a long time.

The huge, gloomy school was built on the top of a lone hill, in the middle of nowhere. Its grey color contrasted with the surrounding green landscape. Even Nature could not erase school's boredom. It was big and particularly ugly. In fact, it looked like a failed transplant of urbanism in the middle of the countryside. The closest "town" (if you could call it like that) was a dozen miles away. The only near trace of civilization was the little train station, connected to the school building by a rural path. My mobile phone warned me there was no signal. Great.

The trip had exhausted me with its inactivity and after having been indicated where my room was, I entered my new bedroom, shut the door, opened my suitcase, took off my clothes and fell sound asleep on a cold, uncomfortable bed.

I knew I had classes the next day. I knew I would not wake up early without an alarm. But my alarm clock was at the bottom of my suitcase and I just did not have the courage to look for it.

What I did not know is that my laziness would save my life that day.