Shizune stepped back from the...the thing. Really, there was no other way to describe it. Some kind of mutilated child...its appearance and blank eyes-or lack thereof-were enough to unnerve the usually calm girl. 

"I don't....I don't know what that is....this has never happened before...none of this has..." She was more shocked than horrified in all honesty. Even the voices, which continued to become more frantic and violent, were a complete mystery to her. She frowned. "If I had to guess, then these voices...they're most likely fake. Meant to lure us in no doubt."

By now, everyone was gathered to the front of the door. Opening their only exit, Shizune narrowed her eyes and allowed everyone else to see. The environment had changed again. Not one, but two hallways now appeared before them, darkness shrouding the passageways to make it impossible to see the end. One hallway echoed with the pained howls of the children. The other remained ghostly silent.

Shizune turned back to the group. "As much as I hate to agree with you on...anything, you're right Shiba-san. As are you Resan-san. We have to keep moving, only stopping when absolutely necessa-agh!"

A sudden wave of pain hit her, the shock of it forcing Shizune on her knees. A burning sensation began to toil and churn within her abdomen, forcing her to cover the area with her hands. Gritting her teeth, she scanned around to try and help the others. Even despite the pain, her body was still able to stiffen in disbelief.

No one else was affected. 

Panting on the ground, she frantically began searching as the burning increased. What was different? What had changed? The screams...then the child....looking over at it now, realization dawned on her. That creature had its jaws wide open in a soundless scream. This began when that monster opened its mouth. And yet it only affected her....was it because....?

"Ahh!" The pain...it was unbearable! She lashed her arms out, clenching her palms on the ground. This feeling...this desire....could it....her red eyes widened. No...no she had to escape. To get away from the others before....

"Nag...ata...Nagatani-san," she gasped out. "You....wanted to know...our chances...right?" Her breathing was coming out now in barely held back sobs.

"Right...r-right now...it's z-zero...sorry..."

Standing up on trembling legs, Shizune launched forward, shoved the gray-skinned child on the floor, and bolted out the door. Without a second thought, she chose the left pathway that remained unplagued by the voices and ran. Ran as fast as she could, each step bringing a new flash of pain and selfish instinct.

The rotting boy on the ground remained unfazed, its black maw still caught in its unnatural expression. Standing up, the creature completely ignored the rest of the group and quietly walked in pursuit of Shizune.

It didn't take very long for the dark haired girl to reach a wall made of a suspiciously fleshy and red material down the hallway. A dead end. Touching it hesitantly, her hand drew back when her mind quickly pieced it together. A wall of literal flesh. Charming.

Grunting, Shizune collapsed on the ground and held her stomach in the fetal position. A movement later she retched and vomited on the ground, a thick and bubbly crimson liquid pouring from her mouth. Straight from the stomach.

"S....s-shit...." This new creature had successfully separated her from the group. No matter. They still had Shiori. The P.O.I.R president would lead them in her absence. Shizune had faith in her.

Besides, Shizune could handle herself. In fact, she had specifically chose to flee simply to draw this monster out and finish it off herself. It...it was best if the others didn't bear witness. Whimpering in the dark, her frail body trembling all over, the black haired girl began scratching at the floor again, feeling her vision sway and her eyes dilate.

[i]"Hurry up..."[/i] she willed. [i]"Hurry up and get...get here...so I can kill you personally...."[/i]

Another shudder of the burning sensation passed through her, ears strained until finally they were met with the soft patter of the child's footsteps.

Back in the classroom, the voices of the right path increased even more so, as if invading their very minds and threatening to rip them apart from the inside.

[b]"Ahh! On...chan! It burns! It burns! Help me! Hazama! Kabetake! Help m-ahh!"[/b]