Joanna pushed herself up, dragging her shoulder against the wall as she did so. Her legs felt weak and her feet were scattered with pins and needles. She ignored it all. Slowly and silently she made her way to the stair case, and decided wether or not she would continue down, into the cold depths of the floors below or to go up, and follow the bellowing orange light fragments through the building. It was like a waterfall of oranges and yellows that spilled over each cold step, but the further up you looked the brighter and more plentiful it seemed. It was intoxicating, it was hypnotic. She decided to go up, but she really didn't have a choice. She looked back to the girls, none of them had turned to look, or even noticed she had moved. Joanna went up the stairs, seeing puddles of water as she went that reflected the sweet orange hues of the day, following each one like a pre made pathway. 

Abigail turned her head and saw the final parts of Joanna's body disappear as she went up the concrete staircase. Abigail thought to say something, to consider now breaking the silence and encouraging everyone to move, but she decided against it. She had seen Izzy was no longer there, and she could take her best guess as to what happened to her. Abigail knew that Joanna going to find izzy would lead to less people to deal with, less protestors to stop her. So she let Joanna go. She let Joanna waltz away and she simply turned her head back to the centre, and waited a few more minutes, waiting for the inevitable. 

Saskia is in the final moments of her slumber, soon when Joanna would scream she would hear it and wake. She will wake and not remember a thing at all. She will be confused and worried and she will not know anything except for the shrieking in her ears as Joanna cowers in confusion and pain all those floors above. She left all of her memories of this world in horror, and her first new memory would be of nothing other than desperation and grief. However, for now she is empty in a way. She has nothing to call her own, no memories, no thoughts, no remembrance of anything she used to be. 15 years of her life drained and discarded through the rivers of her sleep, all of those compacted memories that shaped her life and made her who she is, completed gone at the snap of a finger. 

Olivia too was sleeping, but the living nightmare of her reality could not be escaped in her dreams. In fact, everything was worsened with the looming storms of shadowy figures that lay over her head. She was stuck in a dream, a relentless mashing of reality and sleep that she couldn't decipher or escape. She can see and hear and feel everything happening in her dream, she can experience it all in a magnified version of reality so every. little. moment. is felt and lingered on for hours too long. Her legs are scattered with cuts and bruises, her toes distorted in many a ways through the white fabric of her socks, her finger nails have been ripped from their respective fingers and cover the floor around her with a bloody mess. Quick passings of darkness blur her dreamy vision and are the only reminder of the embodiments of fear that surround her. One comes close, it traces itself up her body and to her neck, a thin grasp tightening her airway continues getting ever so unbearable. She can't do a single thing, because this is all a dream. Every pain is just an illusion, but the feelings is the same none the less. 

Alex feels a sense of relief, as disgusting and horrible and confusing as that may seem. Alex feels like for once in her life she is being her for... her. She is truely free, now she doesn't have societies teachings of dignity and heroic gestures buckling her down she feels as though she is invincible. She doesn't have to abide by anyones morals or views except her own. I mean, they're all gonna die anyway right? no ones getting out of here. Alex can feel the emotions in her spread from one finger tip to the next, like a rainbow is spreading through her blood. Its ironic, how in a time as desperate and trapping and terrifying as this Alex can learn to be free and light. Alex stands up and feels the weight of her body on her feet again, a seemingly enjoyable feeling, and begins walking away from the group. She can feel Abigail's curious eyes on her as she moves so jarringly and energetically away, and she feels like a heavy wet blanket has been ripped from her shoulders, so now she can finally begin to dry. 

Sarah watched as Alex skipped away out the the double glass doors at the end of the hall way. Sarah was confused as to why all of a sudden Alex had left, she thought it curious as her dark figure was swallowed by the now brightening day. As the doors clicked shut she began to look around, and noticed that not only had Alex left, but Izzy and Joanna had slipped away at some point in these last... hours? is that how long its been? Sarah felt like it was only minutes ago that she saw the midnight moon above her head, and now the sun of a new day was rising on the Pitiful experiences before her. Sarah was still heavy with the guilt of death on her chest, but now she could feel it rising and falling with her breaths. Sarah all of a sudden was grounded into the situation again, and was faced again with the horrors before her. She felt smaller, as the yellow light pushed through and shone on the drying carpet, and as the group thinned to a mere 6 people. 

Sophie felt true pain vibrating all throughout her body. She was exhausted and energised all at the same time. All of this sudden moving and noise tipped her over the edge. Nothing was ok anymore. Nothin was ever ok, was it? A muddy grey cloud filled her mind and she could barely think. The fog weighed her down and made her feel sleepy, but the cold dew in the air woke her with a sharp spring. The fog got thicker and heavier as it draped over her frail body. Sophie was scared and anxious, but something wasn't right. Something was off and she could feel it. She felt it once before that night and she was feeling it again. Like the fog that surrounded her turned red with alarm and importance. It was like an evil force was warning her of its own being. Sophie was scared. Sophie knew something was to happen. something...

Jemima barely moved her head from its crooked position when she heard the cracking scream of Joanna echo down the stair case ahead of her. She thought it funny how almost everyones head seemed to snap in unison towards the screeching sound, almost as if it had been rehearsed. She studied her peers as they reacted to the noise. Some bounced up and jolted for the source of the noise (well, jolted as best they could, it was really a stumble with the intention of being a energetic leap forward). Some looked hesitant and almost annoyed at the sound, like they couldn't really be bothered at all to deal with yet another drama in this hellish day. It was mixed with a sort of fear that Jemima had never really noticed on anyone until now, she found it fascinating, very much fascinating. Finally, some were sent into a full panic. Its like if you were to mix the previous two and add in sprinkling more fear than everyone else. They were ready to move, but not go towards the scream, they were energised and ready to flee from the school, Adrenaline pumping through their very veins. They all eventually made their way past her view in the staircase, (some much slower than others) until she was the only one left, excluding Saskia who was sprawled flat across the ground, her eyes beginning to flicker open. Surrounded by nothing but the dead girls and her own company. She straightened her crooked neck and let it crack as it centred. She stood up and stretched out her back, pulling her arms from one side to another. She kicked off her shoes and walked so intently with her heel leading followed by her toe. Then, as smoothly and lively as she would on any normal day, she wondered down the stair case and started descending through the Queenwood building.