I'm in class.
I think.
Everything's blurry,
but I can see a projector in the front of the class.
I lean back and
hang my head back.
I can see people lined up behind me.
They're taking pictures of the classroom.
Oh look at her.
Perfect.
They begin taking pictures of me as I sleep.
Hey, you wanna get paid to be photographed.
Sure.
Once class ends,
the photographers lead me to a panda express.
Strange and specific as it is,
they took me there.
I stand at the beginning of the line,
ready to order.
I glance down the line to the register where I see the photographer.
aiming a gun at the cashier.
I continue ordering as if nothing is happening for some reason.
Everything goes black.
I wake up in a rubble of what's left of the food place.
I see people are dead.
I take out my phone and
call the police.
Hello?
Help please. They killed everyone and
I don't know where they are.
Okay stay on the phone.
I suddenly hear a male voice.
Oh how nice of you to join the living once again.
I'm shot in the head and
everything goes black.
I wake up again in the rubble and
I do the same thing.
Then the male's voice cuts the call.
Joining the living again?
I hear a gunshot,
but this time I dodge it and
try to run away.
I find a way out which only led to the man.
He kills me the same way,
a shot to the head.
Black.
This time when I wake up,
I'm looking down on the building.
It looked like it was hit with a bomb.
There was this dinky chain link fence going up to the side of it and
a whole in other part of it as if someone cut through it.
I can see the man.
He walks inside the building with the other photographers
I'm not me.
I have white hair and pale skin.
I just watch them then turn around and
finally escape.
Who were they?
Why did they want to kill me?
They wanted to kill again?
