Everything had been so very, very simple for Diane a few days ago. Truly, it had been. Her class had won the raffle, and had gotten the free trip to Yellowstone park. While, yes, sure, they had needed to bring in a ton of canned food to even be entered into the raffle, they had still one it! Diane Bright had been more than please, really. Charter buses all the way to the park, nice cabins to stay in, and free mostly everything. Yes, Diane Bright was sitting pretty, and her class were in for quite the beneficial trip! Some people went their whole lives without once seeing anything outside their home town, anyway!
Then, Diane woke up this morning to a whole new, not as pretty sitting world. No, if anything, her world had been turned complete and utterly topsy turvy. Her eyes fluttered open, and all the school teacher could feel was dull aches, as if her body had been thrown around like a rag doll by some unknown, unseen force! Sitting up and looking around her room quickly revealed that, well, SOMETHING had thrown the room topsy turvy! Everything was a mess, and Diane was sure that if the furniture wasn't bolted down, and so heavy in the first place, she wouldn't of survived to be able to appraise it all. Diane sat there in the bed, in her clothes from the day before, having been too exhausted to change...before something suddenly clicked.
"Oh my lord, the children!!" Diane yelped, before nearly springing out of bed. She stumbled out of her room, looking around her personal cabin, before giving a scream. Kevin, one of the chaperons, was completely mangled and filled with the kitchen knives, pieces of a sandwich strewn about. Whatever had happened, it had happened while Kevin had been feeling the munchies. "Poor...poor Kevin..." she frowned, before shaking her head and focusing on keeping her eyes from watering. No! She had to stay focused! The kids needed her! So, going to the emergency box on the wall, she popped it over. Everything was still there.
"Oh, right! My bag!" The teacher tried not to look at Kevin as she went back into her room, but soon came out with her bag again. She walked up to the red box, and tugged out a few essentials. First aid kit, flair gun, survival knife, and some standard flares, before she tucked it all into her bag and shut the thing. With that done, she walked outside and gazed around the area. The other cabins were in disarray. One of them was totally crushed by trees, while another had...evaporated, it almost looked like. The teacher looked around, before shouting the children's names. "Crap, crap, crap..." She frowned, taking a deep breath. She tugged out her cellphone and looked at it. No service. This prompted the teacher to groan, before shaking her head. Focus. She needed help, and NOW.
So, what is a cunning teacher to do, all alone, with children possibly missing, or worse, dead...? She took out her flair gun, and pointed it right up into the green sky. "I really...really hope this doesn't cause anything..." She winced, before pulling the trigger. The flare shot out into the air, whizzing up and up, before finally exploding into a show of light.
Then, Diane woke up this morning to a whole new, not as pretty sitting world. No, if anything, her world had been turned complete and utterly topsy turvy. Her eyes fluttered open, and all the school teacher could feel was dull aches, as if her body had been thrown around like a rag doll by some unknown, unseen force! Sitting up and looking around her room quickly revealed that, well, SOMETHING had thrown the room topsy turvy! Everything was a mess, and Diane was sure that if the furniture wasn't bolted down, and so heavy in the first place, she wouldn't of survived to be able to appraise it all. Diane sat there in the bed, in her clothes from the day before, having been too exhausted to change...before something suddenly clicked.
"Oh my lord, the children!!" Diane yelped, before nearly springing out of bed. She stumbled out of her room, looking around her personal cabin, before giving a scream. Kevin, one of the chaperons, was completely mangled and filled with the kitchen knives, pieces of a sandwich strewn about. Whatever had happened, it had happened while Kevin had been feeling the munchies. "Poor...poor Kevin..." she frowned, before shaking her head and focusing on keeping her eyes from watering. No! She had to stay focused! The kids needed her! So, going to the emergency box on the wall, she popped it over. Everything was still there.
"Oh, right! My bag!" The teacher tried not to look at Kevin as she went back into her room, but soon came out with her bag again. She walked up to the red box, and tugged out a few essentials. First aid kit, flair gun, survival knife, and some standard flares, before she tucked it all into her bag and shut the thing. With that done, she walked outside and gazed around the area. The other cabins were in disarray. One of them was totally crushed by trees, while another had...evaporated, it almost looked like. The teacher looked around, before shouting the children's names. "Crap, crap, crap..." She frowned, taking a deep breath. She tugged out her cellphone and looked at it. No service. This prompted the teacher to groan, before shaking her head. Focus. She needed help, and NOW.
So, what is a cunning teacher to do, all alone, with children possibly missing, or worse, dead...? She took out her flair gun, and pointed it right up into the green sky. "I really...really hope this doesn't cause anything..." She winced, before pulling the trigger. The flare shot out into the air, whizzing up and up, before finally exploding into a show of light.
Please, do not mind the battle ax.