One Way Out
You left the knife where it was. You couldn't kill anyone. That was despicable. You walked up to Emma and she still haven't noticed. You quietly said her name and she jumped 10 feet in the air. "Oh you scared me. I thought you were John or something... Good to see you're still alive, it's nice to see a friendly face here," Emma said as soon as she recovered.
"Yeah, same here. You never know who you can trust," you said, "Hey, can I have some water?" Emma was standing right in front of the drinking fountain.
"Oh sorry," she moved aside. As soon as the water touched your lips, you felt a stab to your thigh. Emma yelped from the pain and you saw that she was also mysteriously stabbed in the leg. You clutched your leg and looked around for your antagonizer. No one was around and there was no place that they could hide in.
"Let's go before whoever did this come back," you tell Emma and started walking to the nearest door, which happened to be the janitor's closet. Your leg gave out and you had no choice to crawl.
The both of you dragged yourselves into the closet and closed the door. You fumbled around and turned the lights on and looked around. There were rolls of toilet paper that you could use as makeshift bandages.
"We're going to have to pull out the knife," you tried to recall everything you knew about first aid. The knife would only cause infection.
"We can't possibly heal ourselves with cleaning supplies!" Emma retorted.
"I mean we could use bleach as disinfectant," you pointed out.
"That's going to give us chemical burns!"
"The school doesn't use real bleach," you grabbed a bottle of bleach. It advertised that it had no chlorine at all.
"I'm not going first," she said, looking away.
You grabbed a flint lighter. You had to seal off the wound somehow.
"You're not thinking off..." Emma watched you as you prepared everything for the operation. "You have no training whatsoever! You're going to kill yourself before John gets to you!"
She was right. You might botch everything up.
"Yeah, same here. You never know who you can trust," you said, "Hey, can I have some water?" Emma was standing right in front of the drinking fountain.
"Oh sorry," she moved aside. As soon as the water touched your lips, you felt a stab to your thigh. Emma yelped from the pain and you saw that she was also mysteriously stabbed in the leg. You clutched your leg and looked around for your antagonizer. No one was around and there was no place that they could hide in.
"Let's go before whoever did this come back," you tell Emma and started walking to the nearest door, which happened to be the janitor's closet. Your leg gave out and you had no choice to crawl.
The both of you dragged yourselves into the closet and closed the door. You fumbled around and turned the lights on and looked around. There were rolls of toilet paper that you could use as makeshift bandages.
"We're going to have to pull out the knife," you tried to recall everything you knew about first aid. The knife would only cause infection.
"We can't possibly heal ourselves with cleaning supplies!" Emma retorted.
"I mean we could use bleach as disinfectant," you pointed out.
"That's going to give us chemical burns!"
"The school doesn't use real bleach," you grabbed a bottle of bleach. It advertised that it had no chlorine at all.
"I'm not going first," she said, looking away.
You grabbed a flint lighter. You had to seal off the wound somehow.
"You're not thinking off..." Emma watched you as you prepared everything for the operation. "You have no training whatsoever! You're going to kill yourself before John gets to you!"
She was right. You might botch everything up.