Chapter 57: Priest
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
The laughter grew more distant. After the figure carrying a plastic toy axe disappeared around the corner of the corridor, the sound vanished instantly as well.
In the infirmary,
Partridge, the priest standing at the doorway, withdrew his gaze from the end of the corridor.
The smell of disinfectant brought him back to his senses.
Alcohol had been splashed across the walls, tables, and entire room...
Splash~
Even the portrait on the wall had been doused with alcohol.
Partridge looked up at the portrait.
He stared at the portrait of the "Father." That gloomy gaze seemed as though it wanted to swallow a person whole.
This portrait was also the only remaining "non-contraband item."
"The Father really is narcissistic." A smile slowly forced its way onto Partridge's stiff face.
It was a difficult smile to produce. He stared at that face for a long while, and in the end, only one question arose in his mind: "What was he looking at just now?"
An incomprehensible weirdo, just like his incomprehensible joke.
"What an unfunny joke."
Priest Partridge picked up his handgun and walked out of the infirmary.
Without looking back, he fired a shot behind him. The blaze erupted, and scorching air lifted his priestly robes, baking his hair hot. "An unfunny joke, yet it makes people happy."
Recalling that boring joke, Priest Partridge nevertheless felt genuinely happy.
The fire climbed along the hospital curtains, then toppled flammable hazardous materials.
The flames grew fiercer and spread farther.
An "accidental" fire instantly engulfed the entire hospital.
Boom, boom, boom~
Flames shot into the sky.
Just before the blaze swallowed the hospital entrance as well, Priest Partridge slowly walked out with his handgun in hand.
A hand landed on Partridge's shoulder.
It belonged to a gaunt man dressed