Re: School Courtyard
After spending some quality time in town port, Matt slowly made his way back uphill. Something, however, seemed completely different about him. For one, he was now shirtless and sweating. His body was chained to an enormous 10 x 20 wooden crate and was dragging the container up the hill to the school. Like a bull, his nostrils flared as he angrily pushed himself further. The box creaked as it dragged a deep mark into the ground and easily weighed about the same as a car.
He stopped pulling for a minute to catch his breath, grabbing his collar shirt off the box to wipe his sweat with. He began to stretch his legs out a little, though he kept himself restrained to the box. Finally, taking a deep breath, he bursted into as fast of a sprint as he can, furiously slamming each foot in front of the other and leaving a deep imprint of his boots into the ground. The box moved with him, slowly becoming less heavy on Matt's shoulder due to his adrenaline rush.
After fifteen minutes, Matt made it atop the hill and into the courtyard. Now, he unhooked himself from the chains and let them drop. But instead of taking a break, he immediately got behind the box and pushed it inext to the nearby empty shack resting at the border of the forest.
Scaling the crate to the top, Matt proceeded to rip a side open using only his hands. A few seconds of grunting, he tore open the side. He immediately jumped down as the side ripped and pushed the contents into the box before they could fall out. He leaned the now loose wall back on the box, then pushed proceeded to push the entire crate close enough to the building so that it covered the front door. He squeezed himself between the crate and the building and opened the door.
A few more minutes passed and Matt pushed the crate, now empty, away from the building. All the contents were moved into the building. He deconstructed the crate then moved it into the shack as well. Closing the door, he began to organize the contents of the crate inside the shack.
