You'd just come out of a near-death experience, so the hallway didn't sound too appealing of an idea to you. Besides, there was no sense retracing your steps when you already knew what was out there. Giants and more giants, all crowding the corridors. Instead, you decided to press on into the room you realized was the computer lab. You had actually taken a keyboarding class in here before but quit a few days in. It had been extremely boring and the teacher was beyond anal retentive, making you type everthing just so when you had expected it to be an easy credit where you could goof off. Senior year, right?
Traversing the carpet reminded you of a tangled cornfield of fibers, with imprints from people walking over it here and there which might as well have been crop circles. You found this a good time to reflect on your current state of affairs, trudging along at a steady pace. You realized you didn't have any idea what to do at this point, especially since you had just been forced into this room by serendipitously; certainly not by your plan. Looking around you try to see if you can spy anyone you know that's in the C-lab at this time, craning your neck upward toward their faces as you approach a group of girls with their faces to their monitors.
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