27 students remaining

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Shelby awoke to the sounds of horns blaring over speakers. She was lying face up in someone's living room. But what was she doing here?
Sitting up, she felt an intense pain in her side. She looked down to see only her camisole. Her top was wrapped round her belly, soaked dark crimson. Everything came flooding back to her - Mrs. Prok, the game, and last night. 'Actually,' she thought, 'it was kind of last morning. Or… this morning? Ah, my head hurts so much…'
The horns stopped sounding and a scratchy, metallic voice came over some loudspeakers. It was clearly echoing all over the island, and was coming from giant speakers which must have caused the static tone.
"Rise and shine, it's time for breakfast!" said a voice, which Shelby quickly related to be Mrs. Prok. It was her all right, in all her twisted, evil glory.
"How was your first night out? It only gets downhill from here, kids, so get used to it."
As she said this she said like the annoying Sammy Dwyer from the video.
"First I'll announce the student deaths and then the danger zones… and remember that this is just the first of many short announcements I'm gonna give out every 6 hours, so always be ready for them. I suggest taking out your maps to mark danger zones and maybe even your students list so you can cross out your dead friends. Of course, I'm sure they're more than just friends to you sentimental twerps."
Shelby held her breath; it was time for the student deaths.
"We have had a few students die throughout the night… I'll list them now. In the order they died, first was Steven, boy eleven, and next it was it was Taylor, boy fifteen and then Andy, boy four. As for the danger zones, in 10 minutes it'll be G-3, that's G-3. Then at 9 A.M. will be A-1, and finally at 11 A.M. in C-6. Don't forget, kiddies, 9 A.M. is A-1 and 11 A.M. is C-6. Remember, in ten minutes it's gonna be G-3. Have a good day, my happy warriors, and fight well! By the way, you guys that blew up the hotel last night destroyed a good piece of historical history! Thanks a lot you stupid little fighters of mine!"
Shelby heard the sound of the microphone click off, but was too transfixed at the site of Andy lying face up at the door way of the living room she was in. Blood was caked onto his neck and white polo shirt. His eyes were still open as he lay there looking at the ceiling. Shelby followed an invisible line up to a thin wire, which was stained red.
'No,' she thought. 'I can't remember what happened in the house, but I know I strung up that wire, and now Andy is dead.' She slowly crawled towards him, inching along. She had to do something to compensate for what she did. Looking over his head, she used her forefinger and thumb to close his eyelids. He looked much more peaceful than before, despite the horrendous amount of blood that was all over the place. Shelby felt a burden lift from her shoulders, although the fact that she was a murderer, even if it was by accident, didn't change this at all. Holding her side, she leaned back against a bloodstained couch and looked outside. It was about 6 AM, if Ms. Prok had come on at the correct time. The sun was not fully up, but it was still a little more than done rising. The beautiful streets of the island were lit up and she could see pretty colors and flowers. But it was all ruined by the sickening and disturbing stench of blood.
She recalled the danger zones Ms. Prok had announced… in 10 minutes, G-3. 'I'm probably not in G-3, but I'll check anyway. Using her arms, she managed to stand up and used her body to carry herself into the kitchen, using the wall as her companion to help her reach the eating room. Her daypack lay on the table, and she took it in her hands and unzipped it. Inside was her map. When she tried to open it, she dropped it; wasting precious time. Then she opened the map.
The map fell to the floor once again as her mouth was agape. According to the map… she was smack in the middle of sector G-3. 'Oh my god,' she thought, 'I've got to get out of here.' She looked at her watch - it read 6:09.
Shelby screamed and ran to the front door. She ducked under the razorwire and ran down the road. According to the map, Joann's Fudge Shoppe was the barrier at which the danger zone ended. She could see it in her sights.
Have you ever had that feeling where time seems to go on forever? For example, if you're in the basement of your house and a tornado goes right through it then the 30 seconds the tornado is above your head will feel like a whole day. Shelby had the same type of feeling - the candy shop was barely any distance away, yet she felt like she had to run a mile to reach it.
Running, running, running, her heart pounded in her throat. The Shoppe was only 25 yards away. Then it was twenty yards, fifteen, ten, she could almost jump to reach it. She felt as if she could straighten her fingers as hard as she could and reach over the line. And her watch turned to 6:10.
Joann's Fudge Shoppe had its windows splattered with blood. The slow beeping of the collar that was made every time it exploded slowly died in the wind. Shelby was standing rigid as a board. As she fell to the ground she was already dead - anyone with half a head would be dead.
And as she fell, her pointed finger touched the edge of the safe zone. But it no longer mattered.