"The scent got stronger with each classroom I passed. I soon found myself upon the first corpse laying against the wall. Poor Rick’s neck was torn open, fleshy strands of cerise sinew being the only thing holding the head to the torso. A scream echoed from down the corridor. I dashed past the remaining bodies carefully to avoid slipping on the blood pooled on the ground."

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