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GRAVEYARD

students in time out: 10
It's a little hard to wake up when the melody that drifts into your ears is so comforting that it'd be so much simpler to stay asleep. Maybe everything that you remember last - the cold seeping into your fingertips, the pain of injury, or the darkness creeping into your vision - will just be parts of a bad dream.
But it's not.
When you wake up, it's probably a little disorienting - you have to push off a blanket and rise from this nice comfortable mat on the floor. Seems like you were all curled up for nap time. Literally. The room that you're in has furniture meant for small humans, children as some might call them, and everything is soft and plush to the touch with rounded corners. Blocks with the alphabet etched onto them, coloring books and crayons, and even a rocking horse dot the room to really give it that childish charm. If you can think of a child-safe toy, it's probably in one of the baskets that line the shelves of the room!
Around the room they'll find baby monitors that broadcast the antics of the living. Hopefully that doesn't feel creepy.
There is a yard outside through the glass doors, but it currently seems to be locked - and the glass won't break no matter how hard you try. There's a large pink door that feels enormous, ten times as tall as you, on one side of the room, but there's no way through that either. At the very top, you might see a directory sign that says: TO ADMINISTRATION BUILDING.
Huh.
Well... for now, get comfortable. It looks like you might be here a while.
WEEK 4 UPDATES
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[he nods.]
Yeah. She can be... kind of violent, but nothing like that, especially not for some crazy made up reason. Something must have happened to her.
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[Dang it.]
Hey, what was that about a list? Is that what you were going off of the last two weeks?
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Oh, yeah. Uh, how it worked was basically... Chad would give us a list of three people who were being actively targeted to be assimilated, and if we didn't, uh, kill any of them - all three of them would be lost forever. Like, their souls would cease to exist. So we picked one of the three every week to save them all.
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It's... a really messed up system, to say the least. I kept trying to find another way, but I hadn't managed it by the time I got expelled.
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Why the secrecy, though? Was it to avoid detection from whatever's causing all of this?
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I don't like it, but I probably would've done the same in your shoes. Did you know that everyone who died would be restored like this?
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[he frowns.]
Trust me, I don't like it, either.
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Kainé and I didn't exactly stay in one place for long, but I didn't see anyone while we were moving around.
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What a mess. This is bigger than anyone thought.
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. . . I wonder if they'll be so forgiving, even with the whole truth.
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Yeah. I wonder.
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