I was still, realizing that once again, I was inside the same dream all over again. Trapped inside an unfamiliar school, pitch black hallways, scattered dead bodies, and besides me was a little girl.
"Teacher, let's run." She tugged my hand, forcing me to stand up from where I was lying. Pool of blood already forming around me as I noticed my bleeding stomach, although I don't feel any pain since this is all just a dream.
When I opened my mouth to say something of my own accord, the words that I wanted to say was changed and my lips were forced to move and stated,
"Let's see who gets out of here first."
I shut my mouth close again, wondering why my voice sounds different from my normal one. It sounded vastly dissimilar from my own voice.
"Come on, let's go out of here. Hey wake up," I
