Claire heard another round of ear-popping shots just outside the closet door. She shook uncontrollably, her heart like a battering ram against her rib cage. Shrieks of the terrified and dying seemed to last forever before silence hung in the air, colder and more horrible than the chaos of before.

Heavy footsteps shuffled toward the closet. Claire's mania reached a fever pitch as she heard the door creak open, a bright sliver of light cast across her huddled form.

In a flash, Claire sprung to her knees, aimed her pistol at the doorway, and fired a single shot. Melanie screamed in shock and agony as the bullet tore through her right kneecap. She collapsed, dropping her semi-automatic rifle, which slid across the tile floor right to Claire's feet. Claire set her gun down and picked up the heavier weapon, smiling softly at his weight in her hands as Melanie continued to wail.

Melanie's teary, mascara-smeared eyes widened as Claire stood. "Wh... why?" she whimpered, a pathetic line of drool dripping down her chin. Claire smirked and cocked the rifle. "Sorry, Mel. You know I love you, but you're just so unstable and easily manipulated..." She looked around the classroom of murdered girls, their faces frozen in horror, laying in pools of blood and brains. "They all trusted you. So now, how can I?"

Melanie convulsed, going into shock, it seemed, before Claire even razed her with a spray of bullets. Claire remedied the situation and watched as Mel's hole-riddled body flailed on the floor, her dying screams giving way to wet gurgles before silence filled the room once more. Claire hummed in contentment at the sight of her friend's dead body. She wished she could've stayed to fool around some more, but the rest of the school was waiting...