As the haunting melody of Only You by Yazoo echoed through the halls, its delicate tones seemed to cut through the chaos of the moment, providing a strange sense of calm amidst the violence. The music was a strange companion to the deadly occurrence happening within the school. Allison, her heart pounding, moved with precision, her feet carrying her in the determined rhythm of her strategy. She ran in an anticlockwise direction, her legs pumping as she weaved around corners, past classrooms, and over barricades. With each lap, the tension grew. Timothy, relentlessly pursuing her, fired his Uzi, the bursts of gunfire ringing in the air, but Allison was swift, ducking and weaving with an agility that left him frustrated. Her only goal was to buy time, time for Andrew and Dabelu to position themselves in the chemistry lab, the final checkpoint before the stairs leading to the first floor.