THE LIVING DEAD (PART 3)

I quickly pulled off her night wear and dressed

her up with the clothes she wore from her place.

A black jean trouser and a pink top. It truly was

the most difficult and irritating task i have ever

done in my entire life.

Pulling off clothes from a dead person.

The worst aspect of it was that it was

trouser.Puttingthat trouser on her was like an

uphill task but i had to do it.

I turned her facing down and facing up at

intervals to make sure the trouser entered

perfectly.

Putting on her bra and pink polo wasn't that

difficult.

"what next?" i asked myself as i looked out of

my room window. The hostel{lodge} gate was

still locked. There wasn't anyway i could carry

her out of the lodge without waking the gateman

or seen by early morning weed smokers,

{Annoying students who were fond of smoking

hemp in front of some hostels].

Moreover the hostel lights were equally on and

glaring.

I rubbed my face in desperation. I was living at

the top-most floor and so had little or nothing

to hope on. It was a do or die affair.

I left my room and took a quiet tour round the

lodge. Fortunately no one was outside, which

really was a very big relief. I went round the

lodge searching for a quiet hidden place i could

dump Nmeka's body. Of course i wasn't thinking

of dumping her outside the lodge because their

wasn't a way i could do it without being seen. I

couldn't ask the gateman to open the gate

without arousing suspicion nor scale the fence

with such a heavy load. I had to look for a spot

within the lodge to dump the body.

Finally an idea quickly struck me. The was a

staircase at the extreme end of wing c which

was hardly used because the three stairs at the

front and middle back of the big hostel was the

most preferred by everyone. The staircase was

exactly the kind of place i was badly searching

for.

There wasn't any bulb underneath it like the

other staircases {the bulbs were probably stolen}

and so had poor visibilty even in the afternoon.

My only fear was that the cleaners who swept

the lodge every morning might discover her on

time. Perhaps before i could be able to dispose

her handbag and other belongings which i intend

disposing at a place very far from the lodge

later in the morning.

Seriously i never imagined my heart could be as

dark as it was that fateful morning, but it got

me to realise that the heart of man is very

dangerous especially when faced with an

unimaginable circumstance.

I quickly inspected the staircase, rushed to my

room and carried the poor girl's body.

Discreetly i headed back to the staircase, my

heart almost at breaking point.

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