Lessons are over. The sun is shining brightly. Today's lesson is over at noon.

A dry breeze from the window of the corridor refreshes me. It's a sea breeze. The view from my school is so nice as it stands on high ground of this town. Fresh green slope from here leads to our town, where the white walls and red roofs are, and then to the sea. This town was a colony of Spain, or maybe Portugal. That's why this town in the South America looks like a one in such countries.

There are no students around me. They have already gone home. I take a step to the hall to get on the elevator. My school has more than 10 floors. That's why there's not only stairs but also elevators. However students rush right after the lessons are over. So I always wait a little. I didn't know it was a mistake at that time.

I hear a scream in my back; and then someone running toward me.
What's going on?
He seizes my shoulder before I turn around. He is one of my best friends. He looks being in terror. He is in a cold sweat. The sweat and mucus are running into his mouse but he must be unaware. I guess I scowled a little at that time simply because he was smelly. But it was not the smell of the sweat but something, something peculiar.
But he looks relieved and collapses to his knees. I catch him in my arms. His shirts is wet. Before I ask, he says,
"Run...!"
He is short of breath, but he says, or rather he orders. It is enough for me to feel something impending has happened.
"What's going..."
"Mr... no ... he's already....Go! Run away..."
He looks like unconscious. I try to lay him down and move my arm in his back. And I realize why he is so smelly.

Blood.

The smell like rust. And I see my hand is in red.

"Leave me alone..., and run away with her...NOW! She's in...gym. He wants her to..."
'She' is also my best friend. We have known one another since we were children and played together.

What is the 'Mr.' gonna do to her? What for? What's going on here?
...A roar? No, someone is laughing. I look around and see something coming from the end of the corridor, where he ran from. It is, no, it 'was' my teacher.
He (or should I say 'it'?) is in raggs. But I could see the print of his torn necktie and the bent flame of his glasses, which were my teacher's.

I can't believe it.
Such monster in the video games or the animation exists and killed my best friend and is also going to kill her.
Gosh! I must go to her!! ...to the gym!

I stand up and look over the window. The gym is not in this school building. I must go out from here to the passage, by the elevator.
I dash into the elevator hall and push the button. This entrance hall is fitted with glass and so is the elevator. It's easy for me to see the monster. But also that monster can find me easily. The elevator is coming but not yet. The monster is coming.
I'm in a sweat. My eyes are fasten on the entrance door of the hall rather than of the elevator. I stand by the window, which is opposite to the door.

I hear something is coming up. The elevator!
Thank you God!
Running toward the lift, I have an acute pain in my side.

Ache, or rather, burnt is what I felt. It's like a burnt iron bar went through my body. With the smell of the powder, I see my side bleeding. Before I lose my consciousness, I see the ex-teacher with a gun in his hand...

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