*Tom's POV*
It was a charnel house inside the auditorium. Students were ripping their eyes out. Ears were bitten off of heads. Within seconds,blood flowed down the aisles and pooled in coagulated puddles of the front row. The math teacher Mrs.Brown repeatedly bashed her head into a wooden pillar while laughing and screaming in equal measure. The sound of the massacre never fell on my ears;it was replaced by the beautiful music,Anna's music.
