"Yeah, let's leave the morbid reveal for someone else with a less squeamish stomach." Her tone was only mildly sarcastic. That was Zenith for you. She stepped away from the door, since her toes were starting to ache from the chill wafting out from the crack under the door. "No, my floor was fine." She turned away and moved down the hall a bit, wondering if the hall would get warmer the farther away she got from Avram's old bedroom. It didn't.
"I don't know who would open a window and lock the door from the inside," Kiley said, more thinking out loud than anything else. "I'd say it was the people in charge, because they're assholes like that, but I'd think that if they wanted to make us uncomfortable with the cold, they'd just kill the heat all together. So it's probably someone like whoever set fire to the kitchen." Kiley snorted, pausing once she felt another cold draft at the next bedroom. Another empty one. "Feels like this one's the same deal."