(Ha! I'm going to switch to miss Akira's perspective. Cause I'm a rebel.)<br/><br/>I watched the pale girl stick a long metal piece inside the door and jingle it around, her face twisted in discomfort. As the door swung open with an audible swish I stiffened. I didnt want to be last here but I didnt want to be first. Everyone simply sat there, eyes locked on the empty hallways and I cursed, the word echoing in the hallway.<br/>"Well I'll go check it out." I mumbled, pushing myself off the ground with a groan. I didnt like this at all. I longed for the feeling of burning sand under my feet as I practically flew across the desert. I missed the feeling of knowing my friends were beside me. I even missed the feeling of the burning sun, beating down on an already roasted bare back, making the previous scars scream in agony. My heart beat furiously in my chest, so loud I almost feared someone might hear it. I peered out the hallway timidly, my bright green eyes all that could be seen. It seemed empty... On a leap of faith, I took a full step out, shaking like a leaf on a weak tree. Once I gained more confidence I took another step, than another until I was a good couple feet away from the door. The hallway wasnt horribly long, it turned near the end and with a deep breath, I looked around the corner to come face to face with an older man with a salt and pepper beard, wide blue eyes shining with excitement.<br/>"IT WORKED!" He squealed, crushing me in a hug. My confusion almost drowned out my fear. Unfortunately, the key word there was almost. I stiffened and let out a blood curdling scream.