Although our studio is quite a famous one, we are still poor enough to share only a minibus for the whole apartment. This means we have to go to the exhibition by dividing into 2 sets of people. The driver is Ms. Catherin, who is the owner of the minibus. I am distributed into the first group, and all of us are able to select the best work from our current paintings.
Ms. Catherin is not a very professional driver, and her minibus is not a good function one, either. On the way to exhibition, she has repaired her bus twice and cause the traffic jam. We are both annoyed by this and secretly feel happy for embarrassing the proud woman. In order to maintain her self-esteem, she try to find all kinds of reasons," See, I have spent all my money to you, and I have not enough money to buy a real car for myself." Then we can't keep serious and smile.
The exhibition is bustling with noise and excitement. When it's the time for us to come back, we all feel reluctant to say goodbye. Catherin still drive slowly, we bump along the highway for a few hours and finally reached our studio.
However, we are astonished about what has happened in the studio. In fact, we almost faint for the horrible scene. Half of our workmates, who are remained in the studio, have been attacked by stabbers, and all of them seems to lose the sign of life......
The whole stdio is spacious, and most of the windows have been broken by attackers, blizzards scattered on the ground, soaked in the blood. The smell of blood filled the entire room, mixed wih the special smell of paint, full of tragic and brutal atmosphere. All the expressions of victims are twisty and painful, with their bodies reeling right and left, served by all kinds of paint pouring out from cans. What a colorful crucial condition! Death is so close to us!
Some of my workmates subconsciously want to escape, and the fear thinking has gain the upper hand of their mind. "Stop run! You fools!" Ms. Catherin shouted. Most of them stopped, but some of them has escaped. "Those who run away shall never come back, those who decided to remain, are the real hero of the revolution." Said Catherin calmly, she's the only one of us who is so calm in the ghastful strange condition. And this is the first and the last sentence that she praise us, we weakling and limp painters frightened by the murder.
"This must be done by professional killers appointed by government. Look, there are cases of the bullets left here, made by battery factory, and only the government can order for bullets production." Said Mr. Anderson, who has once been the electronic teacher of an adult school, also the most intelligent member of us. He goes on analysis, "There is a knife penetrated into Mr. Tommy's breast, and I am sure it is made by tableware factory." He emphatically slowly pull out the knife inside the body of Tommy, with blood pulling out.
"No! No!" cried Robert, his face is pale, he sit on the ground and choked with tears.
"What can we do for the death people?" We asked Catherin.
"Everyone, please, washes their face and wound, that's the last thing we can do for them."
"And then? Where can we put their death body? Cremate them?" I asked.
"Yes, but before that, we should wait for 3 hours."
"Why?! The attackers may come back and kill all of us!" Cried Emma.
"We can put them into the covert room, everyone, please carry a death body, come with me." She ordered us.
"What are you going to do?! So rediculous! They are killed by murderer, and we living people will be killed by you!" Shouted Robert, he has almost lost his common sense.
"Stupid!" Anderson criticized Robert. "Some of them may come to life!"
"Come to life! Impossible!" All of us said at the same time except Catherin and Anderson.
All members, no matter live or dead, has reached the underground car park, and it is dry and dim here, also quiet as death. We are so frightened that can't take a breath, for don't want any attackers to find us. We lie all those bodies into a line beside the wall, and try to keep their upper part of the bodies on the wall.
Catherin take out a mystery book from her bag, let us keep far away from her, and sit down on the ground in front of those bodies. Then she begins to read the book like a witch. She kept on reading for about an hour, nothing has happened, no death body has ever moved a little bit. In the second hour, Mr. Anderson takes place of Catherin, and continiued to read. We can understand those sentences, but not masterly all of them. The main meaning of that book, I guess, is prey for making the dead come back to life.
I am quite curious about the truth of the revolution organization, until now I have found out that its pre-existence is a religion organization. Does it judge the death and living for the human beings? Does those attackers know the secret of our organization? Who shall revive at last? I am becoming more and more confused.....
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