<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #40FFFF">"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"</span> The scream reverberated in the corridor, echoing deafeningly and continuously from the metal walls. Something had grabbed Hana's foot, and with the momentum she had had, whatever it was had sent her flying through the air. She landed clumsily on her shoulder, kicking in panic and succeeded in hitting something with a sickening, soft thud. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #40FFFF">Bad thing there are bodies everywhere, now are not even dead!</span></span> The wild shriek gradually quietened, leaving the corridor in ringing silence. <br/><br/>Hana pushed herself up on her elbows, panting. Among the dark blue uniforms lay a white - well, it was <span style="font-style: italic">probably</span> white at one point - coat, and whatever was under it was faintly moving. A bloodied hand was sticking out of a sleeve. Hana lurched to her feet and went a few steps closer, her grimy black boots splashing through the pools of blood. She squatted down in front of the white coat, resting her elbows on her knees. Up close, the hand appeared almost as pale as the coat. <span style="color: #40FFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">A ghost?</span></span> Well. One way to find out. Hana gave the head connected to the coat an ungentle shove. <span style="color: #40FFFF">"Are dead?"</span> She asked it loudly.</div>