She was running, panting, sweat dripping down her forehead as she pushed forward. Her tiny legs ached, but she ignored the pain. Quickly, quickly, quickly did she ran as fast as those legs could take her, her heart beating so fast that it threatened to jump out of her chest.

Taking a glance, her eyes widened in horror at the black mass of mud gradually creeping towards her. She opens her mouth to scream, alas, her voice had already been paralyzed in her throat by then.

Scrambling up the staircase, adrenaline pumping in her veins, she tried not to look at the countless bodies littering the floor, everything in her mind yelling for her to just keep going. Her feet were barely up the last step before the hideous substance began trailing after her, devouring the countless bodies that got in its way.

Throwing the door open, a cold gust of wind blows at her face as she tumbles out onto the rooftop, slamming the door behind her. Looking around, she frantically searches for any means of escape. Alas, to her misfortune, she was trapped within a fenced area.

Looking back, she sees the foul black mud slowly creeping out from the crack of the door, having caught up to her. It chases after her relentlessly even as she has her back pressed against the edges of the fence, tears lacing her eyelids.

Gripping the metal fence, all she could do was shut her eyes tight for what was about to come. She gritted her teeth when she felt the mud swallow her feet, a seething pain enveloping her entire being. No, she didn't want it to end like this, she didn't want to disappear yet.

She didn't want to die.

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Data reset. Registry of participants successful. Undergoing preparations for destruction. Estimated time: 10 hours.

The girl awakes abruptly, perspiring. She takes a moment to adjust to her surroundings, wincing at the bright sunlight. Looking around, her head slowly rises from her pillow as she grasped her forehead.

Somehow, the girl felt like she had just experienced a horrible dream. The contents of the dream however, she could not remember. Her ears ringing and her mind numb, she slowly gets off the comfort of the soft mattress beneath her, her legs welcoming the chill air of the air-conditioner with a shiver as her feet met the mahogany tiles.

She paused. Something didn't feel right. Looking at the calendar, a field of static obstructed her vision as she frowned. Nothing seemed unusual but...something just felt off.

What was she doing before she woke up? What happened last night before she went to bed? What was she supposed to do now? All those questions began to surface in my mind.

However, as if a switch went off, everything seemed to click into place. That's right. She had to prepare. She had to prepare to...go to school.