Stunned silence greeted us as we broke into the next room.
An infirmary stretched out before us, nurses clad in white and blue, and a young doctor standing there as well. Boys were in the beds and standing about the ward’s floor. The door closed and latched itself behind us, and no one moved.
The boys behind me, still smelling of coal, waited, unsure of what to do. The raven tightened his grip on my shoulder, the bird’s talons once more piercing my clothes to bite deep into my flesh.
I was about to demand the release of the patients when two events occurred simultaneously.
First, the doctor reached into his jacket, his eyes narrowing as his gaze settled on me.
Second, a young patient, standing at the nearest bed, called out, “Morgan!”
Another boy rushed past me from behind, the two boys slamming into one another and weeping tears of joy.
As this incident registered in my mind, so too did the fact that the doctor had succeeded in pulling an astonishingly long pistol from his jacket.
I blew his brains out the back of his head.
All the boys in the ward cheered and joined the fray.
They swarmed over the nurses, dragging them down and beating them to death. The women’s screams were quickly silenced, and as others of their ilk poured in from doors at the far end, I cut them down, the Colts thunderous in the confines of the infirmary.
More boys joined us, and as I walked towards the far end of the ward, other doors were thrown open.
Every adult I saw, I killed.
I did not need to speak with them. I had only to rescue the boys and to keep moving.
When we reached the exit, I paused and reloaded my Colts. Turning to face the children, I realized I had close to fifty boys with me. Some were filthy with coal dust; others were pallid from being kept in the hospital.
All of them had expressions of eager rage.
“Are you ready?” I asked them.
They howled, and with their cries ringing in my ears, I opened the next door.
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