The next few moments were very surreal for Six. First, there was ANOTHER scream. [i]Yep, definitely not an alarm clock,[/i] Six thought to himself. Considering he was still sitting in front of the door, he was knocked to the side when a man with brown hair, presumably a year or so older than Six, threw it open. Six hit his head on the floor. Three injuries in one day!

"OWWWWW, DAMMIT!" Six cursed, clutching his head. "WHY MUST THE UNIVERSE PUNISH THE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!" He cried out, before pushing himself up and propping himself up against the wall, as he couldn't stand normally due to his foot still hurting from trying to kick down the door. The brown-haired man who threw the door open, and was presumably the one screaming earlier, ran around the building in a panic.

Then a plum-haired woman emerged from room number 10, wielding... AN ASSAULT RIFLE!? "I have a baaaad feeling about this..." Six says upon seeing the woman, who then fired red paintballs at the brown-haired man. [i]Well, at least they aren't bullets. And she isn't shooting at us, just the insane guy! Maybe today will get bett--[/i] Six's thoughts were interrupted by a stray paintball hitting him in the face, knocking him back onto the ground. Nope, yep, FOUR INJURIES ALL IN ONE DAY!

"FUCKING ARGH!" Six cursed once more, clutching his face. A bruise was forming under his left eye. "WHY AM I THE ONLY PERSON BEING HURT RIGHT NOW!?" Man, he was taking a lot of punishment today. It'd probably only get worse from here on out. [i]NOT IF I ESCAPE, THAT IS,[/i] Six thought to himself. And he would escape from... Whatever the hell this is. But probably not though.