The banging just wouldn’t stop, why couldn’t it just go away? “Please go away, please go away, please go away.” She silently repeats. Plugging her ears with her two index fingers helped dull the noise, replacing it with the hard thuds of her heart beating rapidly. How long as it been? Teen? Twenty? Forty minutes? Is this a dream? She closes her eyes willing the creature to go away, to just leave her alone. A new set of sobs start wracking her body, sending her into a course of uncontrollable small jerks. “I… don’t… want… to… die…” she hiccups in-between each intake of breath. Sweat and tears cascade down her face, dripping down onto her legs.<br/><br/>The banging stops, its so quite, but there is a knock on the door and she hears voices coming from the other side. They can’t be real, nothings real anymore. Sara squeezes her eyes tighter, trying her best to block out the voices that she thinks are in her head. Finally gaining the courage to open her eyes once more, she sees blood pooling underneath the bathroom stall door and slithering its way through the tile cracks to where she was sitting down. She emits a blood-curling scream and stands up as fast as she can while trying to avoid touching the red coagulated puddle. Another urgent knock resonates off the door and this time she can hear a girl ask her if she’s ok.<br/><br/>Calming herself down, she slowly approaches the stall door and unlocks the latch. “Hey! You! Get out of there. There's only one way in or out, and you get cornered and it won't matter how hard you can swing.” Sara flinches at the voice and starts to wonder if she’s hallucinating again. ‘No, i’m not. They are real people.’ She thinks to herself as she throws the door open, ready for whatever happens to her on the other side.<br/><br/>Standing on the other side of the stall was a red haired cheerleader holding a bat covered in gore. There is a young woman outside 'Is she checking to see if I’m hurt?’ There is a rustling noise to her left and a young man comes crashing threw the ceiling into the stall next to the one she was hiding in. In a fit of panic she slips on the creatures blood as she dashes back inside the comfort of the stall.<br/><br/>“D-don't kill me! I'm not one of.... them” stutters the man.  ‘Why do I have to be such a klutz sometimes?’ Once she was standing again she peered down at herself to survey the damage to her training uniform; no rips or tears, just a pool of blood caked to her left thy and buttocks. After things had settled down, another young man cautiously opens the bathroom door and positions himself in the doorway. This must be the man that she heard talking earlier.<br/><br/>Feeling that she is now one hundred percent calm she surveys the small group. ‘I don’t know any of these people,’ she realizes. Straightening her back she puts on her authority persona, “My name is Sara Malark. Does anybody here know what the hell is going on?”