"[I]My head..... [/I]" Steph muttered, the ground she lay on wasn't the wood of the classroom. She was in a different place.
The floor was rough, her ears where ringing and she could hear inaudible voices and more gunshots.
It was getting warm.
Stephs eyes opened to the fire deep within the school.
She blinked a few times as she looked around, slowly sitting up as people fired shots and someone seemed to run back into the building.
She glanced to where she was, the roof to the ground floor.
She wondered how long she had been out, she was in a cold sweat and blood had clotted and dried around her face, she didn't want to know how she looked.
"Who had... what had..." Steph thought to herself confused as she groaned in pain.
She attempted to stand but could barely support her own weight. Her head thumped and legs felt fuzzy. She attempted a step but slipped back to a sitting position.
She began to stretch out her legs, attempting to bring some life into them, maybe she would be able to walk in the next minute or so...