Suddenly, the classroom door was busted down. Mrs. Reynolds gasped in surprise as armed men stormed into the room.
Mrs. Reynolds looked confident in herself.
"What the hell are you doing?!" She yelled at the armed men. Then, they grabbed Mrs. Reynolds and jabbed a syringe in her arm.
The syringe made a click sound.
"She's not one of them. Check the students," one of the men said to the other. They let go of Mrs. Reynolds and walked towards us. Some kids cried. Some screamed. I, however, didn't even flinch. One of the men (we'll call him 0.5) grabbed my arm and jabbed another syringe into my arm.
The syringe made a ding sound.
Huh. That's new.
0.5 looked at the other men. "She's one of them," He said. "All of the others here are useless."
"It's a good thing they'll die anyways."
Excuse me? Did I hear that right?? The other kids are going to DIE?!
I started shaking like an unwanted puppy. This is just a dream...... I thought over and over again. Just a sick, messed up dream.....
But, unfortunately, it wasn't a dream.
The men dragged me away into a truck where they threw me into the backseat.
I curled up into a ball, whimpering.
"Please help me.... I can't breath in here.... Somebody help me....."