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had ever seen there had been either a killer sitting in the chair waiting to pounce or a dead body. I edged along the side of the desk. Using my foot, I pushed the chair and I turned round. The chair was empty and I let go the breath that I had been holding.
    Turning back to the doorway, I saw Spirit sitting there with and expression on her doggy face that said ‘Dumbass’
    “Look, you keep going on like that and you’ll get nothing to eat tonight.” I said, walking back out of the small office.
    She let out a small woof and turned her back on me and headed to the next door and sat down waiting for me.
    Again, I pushed at the door but this time it didn’t move. Trying the handle I could tell that someone had locked this door. Heading to the last door on the left I heard a clatter. I turned to look at Spirit and then at the door we had just walked away from. I didn’t like this and I don’t think that Spirit liked it either because her tail was down.
    Crouching down, I slid along the wall and into the corner so I was facing the door and the rest of the hallway. I must have crouched in that shadowy corner for about ten minutes and nothing came out of the room or down the hallway. Spirit sat beside me and watched the door and her head never moved the whole time.
    When it became clear that nothing was going to happen, I decided that I wasn’t really in a hurry to check out the rest of the building and I could secure the reception in the same way that I had secured the front doors, by pushing something in front of the door. With Spirit in tow, I headed back into the reception and then went about shoving the desk and then the other couch in front of the door leading to the hallway.
    Grabbing the seat cushions off the couches, I spread them out on the floor so that I had something to sleep on and not the cold floor. Opening two MRE packs, I fed a beef stroganoff to Spirit and I had a vegetable mush that was some sort of soup.
    With my sleeping bag laid over the cushions, I climbed inside and tried to fall asleep. Spirit lay her head on my chest and curled her body in close and I was glad for her warmth.
    The nights had started to get colder and the days had that sharpness that comes with the change from summer to autumn. Especially here in the North East of England. What I wouldn’t have given to have been somewhere with a bit more warmth when all this had started. But saying that if I had been elsewhere, would this have happened at all?
    Then I remembered that this was what Benton had wanted to happen in the first place. Maybe not exactly, but the outcome had to be the same. A low rumble from Spirit pulled me from my thoughts and I opened my eyes. The daft mutt was fucking snoring! I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. A dog that snored, now that was something that I had never heard of happening before. I shook my head and closed my eyes and this time I wasn’t disturbed by any thoughts and fell asleep with Spirit snoring on my chest.
    Morning came and I woke to Spirit thoroughly cleaning my face with her large rough tongue. Pushing her head away, I wiped the dog drool off my face with arm of my jacket.
    “Ok, Ok!” I said, pushing her away as she tried to close in for another lick.
    Climbing out of the sleeping bag I stretched and then rubbed my face and noticed that my cheeks and chin had grown quite a bit of stubble. Looking around the reception it looked as though nothing had been moved or touched.
    Pulling on the rest of my gear I knocked over my rucksack and the radio fell out onto the floor. Looking at it, I tried not to think of Amy and the others. I mean the whole point of me doing this was to try and keep them safe. The last thing I wanted to do was give up and return with my tail between my legs and have the company come and wipe us all out one day. Picking the radio up off the floor, I shoved it to the bottom of the rucksack and hoped that with it being at the bottom I might forget about it.
    Pulling out