[INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=A5E0B9]W H I T N E Y  C A R T E R:[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]??????  | ??????[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

Whitney opened her eyes to a field. The sky was cloudy, but you could tell the sun was out. She didn't know where she was. She wasn't at school, that much was sure. She wasn't on the beach. Was she dead? Is this was death was like? It was kind of peaceful if it were true. She looked around and didn't see anything. Or anyone.

She began to walk a bit, feeling herself out. She [i]felt[/i] alive if that was saying something. If this was death, what was she supposed to do? Many people had variations of death. This didn't seem like heaven or purgatory? She wasn't reincarnated. She wasn't a spirit, as far as she knew.

As she walked, she could feel eyes on her. She spun around and before her stood three people. Madison, Aiden, and the boy in the wheelchair from the beach night. They stared at her, unblinking and unmoving.

She definitely wasn't dead.

Whitney moved towards them carefully. [color=A5E0B9]"Guys? Where are we? What happened to the beach?"[/color] The figures just stood there like mannequins awaiting their job for the day. It creeped her out. She moved towards them even more so and waved her hands in front of their faces. No movement. It was like they weren't human.

[color=A5E0B9]"Ok guys, funny joke. Is this hazing? You can stop now."[/color] Her stomach fell like she was on a roller coaster. This feeling made her uneasy.

She detected slight movement from Aiden and she looked at him. Waiting for something else. Then, Madison moved. Then the wheelchair kid. Soon, all of them began to fidget. But that wasn't all. Whitney looked in horror as blood came pouring out of their eyes, drenching their clothes and skin.

The last thing she heard was her own scream.

[INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=A5E0B9]W H I T N E Y  C A R T E R:[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]Tuesday, August 22[SUP]ST[/SUP] - 10:10 AM | Santa Celia General Hospital[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

Whitney jumped awake with a gasp. That nightmare was otherworldly. She felt her face. Other than being in a cold sweat, she wasn't bleeding out of her eyes. And she was alive. She was in a hospital, but she was alive. She looked around her. The room was cozy enough. She was dressed in a hospital gown.

She imagined she was taken from the events of last night. The horror show she saw. It was still fresh in her mind. She rubbed her head as she felt a headache coming. She had to find out more information. She buzzed the call button. Soon, a plump nurse came walking in with a big smile on her face. [b][color=silver]"Hello sweetie. Are you feeling ok?"[/color][/b] Whitney nodded, [color=A5E0B9]"Other than a headache. I'm ok. How did I get here? What happened?"[/color]

The nurse smiled again, though Whitney could tell the news wasn't going to be good. [color=silver][b]"Well, sweetie, as far as I know, you and that other boy were taken here to get fixed up. It seems you had some nasty effect from some new drug. I say new drug because we don't have any records of it from your blood samples. It seems to be dissolved, I imagine the doctor will be in here in a few minutes to discharge you."[/b][/color]

Whitney took it all in. The other boy, she hoped, was Aiden. Were they the only two here? [color=A5E0B9]"What about the other kids on the beach? Were they taken here?"[/color] The nurse's expression dropped and that spoke more than any words could have. She shook her head, [color=silver][b]"I'm sorry, sweetie. As far as I know, you and the boy that was brought in were the only ones to make it. And the boy in the wheelchair. He was the one who called the police. Now, you rest a bit and I'll see about sending the doctor in to get you going."[/b][/color] After that, the nurse left her.

Whitney rested her head back on the bed. She couldn't believe it. All those kids, dead. That couldn't be. Maybe some survived? Maybe they woke up and walked back to the school? Maybe it was just a freak thing? She posed all these questions, though she knew the answer.

She wanted to leave. She wanted to go back home. She was even considering dropping out of school at this point. Was there even school anymore? A good part of her class was now dead.

She wanted to see Aiden. Maybe he knew more.