Nothing Like A Kid to Slow You Down

....Oh my God, a kid! I can't win. I heard some noise in the other locker room last evening and went to check it out in case it was one of those things trapped in here with me. They can sniff you out even through cement walls. So this being my fourth day here, I know the layout pretty well. I went down the left corridor and through what used to be the coach's office, being very careful not to make any noise. There's an opening through the closet that leads to the other locker room there. Just as I'm exiting the other side I hear a huge commotion, like one of these huge metal lockers got pushed over. I ducked down into a crouching position and was ready to back up through the closet again when all of a sudden I see this kid run down the aisle across from me and slam another locker door shut. It took me a minute to make my brain stop screaming before I realized he wasn't being chased and there were no deaders in the room. "Hey kid!" I croaked. "WTF?" His head jerked in my direction so fast I thought it would fly off his neck, and he stopped dead in his tracks, dark, wet, patches slowly seeping into his pant legs. I put my finger up to my lips "shhhhhhh" I pleaded, and put my hand out in front of me praying he'd take the bait and just come with me before he let every rotting corpse in the town of Patchogue know we were here. He did take my hand, and now I'm screwed. Stuck with a kid who hasn't said a word since I found him and no food in this craphole of a High School. We're moving on tomorrow.....