The Purge: School Time.

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Jerald woke. He looked around, and found that he was inside the bathroom. Scrunched up his nose.

"Really? Did you really have to make that joke?" He jumped, and found out it was Paris.

"Uh. Yes. Always find humor in everything." He smiled. Well, tried to.

"How did I get here?"

"Well, we carried you here." She gestured to Yco and Iya who were sitting on the sinks.

"Yco, what are you carrying?" Yco seemed to be holding a gun. A pistol.

"Oh, uh, a gun. You can have it. You know how to make them work, right? I don't."

He passed it to Jerald, and he looked it over. It was a Berreta, possibly a 92Fs. He pulled out the magazine and found it had 13/15 bullets, and pulling the slide, another bullet fell out. It was shot once. Safety off.

"Where'd you find this, guys? It's been shot at least once."

They all glanced at each other.

"We found it on someone's dead body. Someone shot it and left it." Iya started sobbing.

"I can't take this. We don't even know what the hell happened. And now everyone's killing each other and I can hear the screams-"

"Look. We can't stay here. Someone's gonna find us here."

Bang.

The sound of the door being kicked down.

"Come out kids! We know you're in there!" It belonged to a man, and it was a gruff voice.

They all looked at each other.

"Shhhh.", said Paris.

Bang.

Ringing in the ears.

The light coming in through the bullet hole in the door.

The entrance holes of a 12 gauge shotgun shell.

Yco being hit in the arm.

Screams.

The screams of Yco, Iya, and Paris.

Yco hitting the floor.

Bringing up the gun.

Looking through the iron sights.

Inhale. Exhale. Fire in-between. The voice of his dad about shooting.

And the bang.

The clink of the shell hitting the floor.

And another.

And another.

And by the end,

Jerald was screaming too.

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The sniper was looking out the window.

Bang. A kid down. A kid wearing a blue hoodie. Hitting the ground.

Pulling back the bolt of an L96A1 sniper rifle.

The shell of a spent .308 Winchester bullet hitting the floor.

Through the scope.

Another kid. A girl this time. Wearing glasses.

He could almost see how her face exploded into millions of tiny bits of skin, muscle, brain, and bones.

He smiled.

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Aezil. Lying down in a pool of her own blood.

The knife man had done his work well.

But not well enough.

He took out his pack of different knives.

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Frank had found himself inside the auditorium. Along with Donn and Josh.

They had barricaded themselves when everything was chaotic.

Frank was thirsty.
"Guys, any of you got water?"

Donn shook his head.

"No."

Then.

The sound of a chainsaw being revved.

Slicing through the flimsy wooden door.
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