The doors are open wide, with desks and benches all fumbled and some tilted..there spreads the sound of many feets running around in every corner making noises calling names, sound of iron clanking over the walls and a wierd laughter fills the place and makes the atmosphere more tense as the laughter turns into an angry growl "Find her!" a man shouts and again the feets start running. Shelly covers her mouth with her hands to squeeze in any voice coming from her mouth,she is afraid that those men will hear her heart which she feels is about to explode in fear from the little blue dustbin in which she is cramped in,covered in blood and sweat from all the running she did earlier...