With heavy breathing going through the dark mask he looked at the dead people lying down on the ground covered in blood, now one is left but where the child took off couldn't he guess straight ahead. He dropped the knife to the ground as the sound of it hitting the ground echoes through the empty room. He took off his shirt and took on the tee and a hood over his head, shut the clothes together and was ready to go outside, he fixed his mask a bit to check if it was sitting tight on his face while walking around, he heard a noise and turned to his left. He saw a small leg moving, the child. He backed inside to the dark and disappeared in the halls. He fixed his gloves and walked inside a room. He heard the boy breathe and with a steady grip around the knife he closed up.