Clair settle the goth girl against the wall gently, turning to the door she closed the door then locked it. Looking back into the long corridor she found it was well lit yet there was darkness in the atmosphere, the silence matched that of a long forgotten tomb.
Clair lean down next to the unconscious girl, checking for a pulse she found one so that's one worry checked off the list. Wrapping a slender arm around her shoulder she lifted the unconscious Lydia up, the first thing to do was find a safe spot.

She huffed every few inches, being a spoiled rich girl she wasn't use to manual labor. The first room she chose was the nurse's office, reaching out Clair thought she saw something dash about the hall; whatever it was she knew it was very fast.
shifting Lydia's weight Clair try to twist the knob only to find it has been locked, she was expecting that with her luck.

"Go away."

Clair had almost dropped Lydia when she heard that. A voice was spoken, and it came from the other side of the door.
"Hello, are you alright?" Clair said.

"I said go away," was the reply.

"You don't have to worry, we're human out here," Clair looked over at Lydia before eyeing the doorknob. There was no attempted movement, "please let us in. I have someone here that's unconscious."

"Good, than they can die without seeing those... Awful creatures," the voice was one that Clair was very familiar with, but she couldn't quite place it. "It doesn't matter, not in the end anyway." Clair knew that standing there, arguing with this person wasn't going to solve anything. Those words alone prove that whoever it was had gone, or is going, insane.
And she needs a crazy person like a hole in the head.

Clair manage to heft her companion through the halls, passing class room after class room. She actually envied Lydia, she couldn't see the blood that was spatter on the walls and floor with the shatter glass and slithers of rendered flesh here and there. Clair grew more and more worried, what if this had happened in town as well? What if no one comes in time?
Mom, dad. Clair stopped, now knowing what had blocked the bathroom door earlier, the body of Miss Shannon.

Disgusted Clair looked up ahead, where the gym's entrance was. Upon the door was a girl she knew, pinned by her hands which were barely connected to the rest of her by the very bone of her wrists, the rest of her was quite a mess.
Going into the gym was out of the question, that was for sure. But she knew a place where she can keep Lydia safe, and it was just right around the corner. She found enough energy to bring the goth girl to the art class, which has only two narrow windows. Luckily it was left untouched inside, art supplies, clay and all things were still where they were and there was a piece of paint splatter cloth in the corner.

Placing her passenger down on the cloth Clair fell back and rested, she mustered enough energy to get up and close the door. Locking it quickly Clair almost fell to the floor exhausted, she crawled over to Lydia and slowly settled in.
She fell into a deep yet dreamless sleep.

She felt like her skin was on fire from within, it could have been the atmosphere of this place. With black skies, and brick red dirt as far as the eye can see. Lydia didn't know or remember how did she came here, but it felt like she was in the Netherworld itself.
Around her were stacks of stones, which emitted a unusual aura of peace in this harsh environment, reaching out to feel one of these stones she noticed a shadow. Looking behind her Lydia's heart stopped.

A massive form, wrapped head to toe in harden muscle with tough looking blue skin and a tiger skin loin cloth. It's face was pretty mean, a nose that appear to see it's share of punches and sharp tusk like teeth juttering from her lower jaw and two horns on his forehead. Lydia stumbled away a little as this creature lifted something up into the air. A massive club with many rows of short spikes that have been stained to a fine red with use, he brought it down with great force onto Lydia.

Pain was lost, her mind blanked out while her small body fell to the ground. By all right she should have been dead, or at least crushed but she felt the same before except for the large amount of pain. The club came down again, more pain but no damage. The creature reach out to pick her up, bringing her forward it's mouth opened and closed down on her arm.
He tore off flesh while throwing her aside, Lydia looked down as her throat produced screams and saw that what was gone was regenerating itself.

It stood over her, club raised.

Lydia screamed, she couldn't stop screaming even when it became just a eeking sound. Someone was speaking to her, touching her and trying to help. It was Clair, Lydia shivered before collapsing into her arms.

For a entire hour she cried, Clair surprisingly just sat there and allowed her shoulder to used like that.

"Clair," Lydia shivered. "It was horrible, so horrible."

"Don't worry, it's over now."

"No, it's not." Lydia shivered, "far from it."