Elaine's eyelids suddenly snapped open, a stinging headache pulsed in her head.
She was stuck in a pile of debris, her hair scattered, crusted blood all over her face.
She winced from the attempt at breathing.
'I definitely broke a rib… or two,' she lamented weakly.
At this point she was tired. Since this hell of an apocalypse began, it had been battle after battle.
When would they ever rest? When could they reunite with their family?
What were the chances they even still had a family to get back to?
Right now only five among hundreds of school students could be confirmed alive. As for the rest…
Elaine felt the chances were slim. The last wave of mini bosses had exited the main building after probably killing everyone within — staff or student.
Her heart ached not only from physical pain, but from the emotional distress that entailed.
The temperature of her body was on a constant drop, her eyelids beginning to grow heavy.
