Over time, these drills kept happening. They began getting more frequent, too. I slowly became less weary. They began to become part of my day to day. We stopped doing protocol, and things went on as usual.
Occasional crashes and bangs were ignored. We had adjusted to them, after all. We assumed it was no big deal. Nobody ever got hurt, and nothing came out of it. So it's fine… Right? Upset parents started coming in though, yapping about how this was affecting their child's education. They were ignored by staff, told again and again nothing was wrong with a - "Don't worry, we have the situation under control. This will all be over soon."
On a rather typical day, I had gotten injured at P.E. and had to go to the nurse's office. While I walked back, I stumbled out of surprise when I heard "We are on lockdown, this is NOT a drill." I knew all the doors were going to be locked, so I just stood outside, presuming I was likely safe. I sat there, just idle for a moment.
However, I turn at a sudden flash of light.
My vision quickly recovered and before me stood a green fox-like creature. It was massive, glowing, it almost looked as if it were on fire. Most importantly though, it was snarling. I darted away, releasing a yelp in surprise. I heard its legs tremble the ground as I ran. It was snapping at me, slowly catching up.
It stumbled behind me, gaining on me. Before I knew what was happening, it nagged at my arm. It bared its teeth and sank them into my skin. I screamed. It didn't just feel like a bite, no, it felt like acid going through my skin. Adrenaline was pumping, next thing I knew, I was throwing a punch.
It fell. Decaying at my feet was the fox I had just lunged at. Ooz lay on my bare arm, splattering onto my face. It looked as if gasoline had been lit ablaze on my arm. It felt like I was set on fire. Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit me. It all went black.