Done. You're dead. I hope you're happy with your decision.

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The End

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Uh, well played. I guess.

Soon enough, you hear him.

How many times have you heard the line?: "Oh, nooooooo!" Well, one more now than before. An explosion rips through the hallway, scorching the nefarious professor's behind slightly, but you both are uninjured otherwise. But Burt…

Ms. Brett. That's who it is. Your former instructor.

That's who it was, at any rate. You cannot imagine her living through the fall she took.

Feeling obscurely guilty, you fade to black and relax just before the fire trucks arrive.

You're going to be ok…

"HELP! Help! Help...."

There is nothing you can do for whoever was calling out. It's probably too late already. You never realized that you weren't alone in that building.

Feeling obscurely guilty, you stumble to your feet and move away from the rema…

Not daring to head down any of the halls, you feel safer in the dead center of the square. There's no ceiling here, so there's nothing that is likely to fall down upon you, and the water might provide some protection, as well. You take a seat on one of th…

You realize that nobody knows you're in the building, and that if the doors are still locked, they might have to be broken down before the firefighters can put the fire out. You put yourself at a safe distance from the doors and wait. Soon the sound of br…

You press your face against the glass of the door, obviously NOT one that is on fire, and try to see if the fire truck is here.

You can't see much, but evidently, the truck is indeed here.

You realize this when the glass door smashes open suddenly, dest…