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The first thing that Alvaro heard as he left the room was a scream.

He froze. What was that? Or rather, who was that? He knew that it was a person, that was at the very least certain. He didn’t think any animal could make the sound he heard. Wait, what if it was an animal? What if there was something there below him? Wait, no. That wouldn’t be right. This wasn’t a dream and this wasn’t fantasy. This was real, he knew it was. He had woken up in that room and he had seen-

Oh god.

His memory went back to when he first woke up and he saw the man blow the teacher’s head off. The blood was everywhere and Alvaro couldn’t look away and his eyes were just frozen and looking at the red hole that had once been the person he had gotten to know for four years. That was real. As much as he didn’t want to believe it that was real. He was here, he was on Survival of the Fittest and if he wanted to survive the next couple of days he was likely going to have to kill more than just the teacher. Oh god. Oh god. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe-

The scream stopped, the sounds from below instead changing into a series of bangs and clatters. Alvaro moved forward. He didn’t know why. He didn’t know why he was doing this but he wasn’t stopping. He had to do this. There was something in front of him and if he stayed and cowered then whatever it was would find him and he didn’t know what would happen then. He had to be brave. Being brave was good, right? If he stood forward and stood tall then he’d be able to survive, right? Wait, no, that wouldn’t help. What he meant was that it’d help him better than cowering and being scared and being him. He had to do this. Even if he couldn’t be brave later he had to be brave now.

So, he went down the corridor, step by step, and stood in front of the door where the noise was coming from.

It was now or never.

He knocked his hand against the door. Once. Trice. Three times.

He hoped that this was a good idea.
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