Melis was almost on top of us, but we were lucky. The wounds on her body, combined with her many missing muscles, prevented a deadly attack from her; though she still managed to hit me in the stomach. It didn't cause any permanent damage, but it hurt very badly. I retreated near the side wall. Melis' attack on me gave Idil enough time to kick her away. Melis fell on the floor.

"If that happened a few hours ago, I could as well enjoy your struggles; but unfortunately, we need to take our business seriously from now on." said the old woman voice from the intercom. "We will get rid of you as soon as possible, but our promise is still a promise... You will NOT regret being a part of us."

"If you were powerful enough, you wouldn't spend your efforts bluffing and trying to deceive us; you would end us right here." I said. "I get it now. I've believed in your lies once, but I'm not going to be fooled once again. So hear me out as I repeat it: I don't believe you. I will never. As a matter of fact, I don't even believe that you are any stronger than us. You are only using the mysterious nature of your reality as an advantage."

Ata's and Mr. Kenan's bodies had almost reached us as I finished my sentence. Fortunately, Melis' body was damaged far beyond restoration with the last kick she received. It was no longer possible for her body to be reassembled. Without any choice, Idil and I started retreating towards the principal's room.

"So be it." said the voice on the intercom. "Since you can not be argued with, there is no point in further conversation. Goodbye, my children. I wish you a bright tomorrow."

We had walked all the way to the principal's room. Ata's and Mr. Kenan's bodies were big enough to block our escape. Although I knew it was under the influence of the community, and we would get cornered in there; I had no choice but to retreat into that room. I opened the door and we ran into the room. I closed the door behind me and held it.

"That's our chance." said Idil. "Where was the notebook we were looking for?"

"It must be somewhere near the phone, on the table." I said. She looked around and found the notebook in a pretty short time. "Got it."

Somebody had already reached the door. The doorknob turned, and someone started pushing the door from the other side. I called Idil for help as I felt the pressure.

"Help me hold the door, they are already here!" I yelled.

Idil ran and started pushing the door as well. It was unclear which side were stronger, but we could hold the door at least for a while.

I was getting really tired after a minute or so. Just then, a rather big knife cut through the door, with the sharp end of the knife almost cutting through my left hand. I was about the release the door in fear, but I kept holding it.

"New plan, get the table here!" I yelled at Idil. "Quick!"

Idil stopped holding the door and ran to push the table in front of the door. I could hold the door myself for a while, thanks to the bodies' reduced strenght and damaged muscles.

"It never locks itself when we actually need it, eh?" I murmured.

Idil was trying to push the heavy table towards the door. The table was moving very slowly. The knife on the door was pulled back from the other side. A few seconds later, it penetrated the door from another spot; luckily, far away from my hands.

"Ah!" Idil cried. "It's way too heavy!"

"Come on, I don't know for how long I can hold them back!" I yelled.

The knife was pulled back from the door again. My blood was full of adrenaline. I closed my eyes and kept pushing the door.

The knife penetrated the door once again.

I felt it going through my left palm. There was little pain at first, but it felt pretty hot. The pain greatly intensified in a fraction of a second. I let out a monumental scream, and opened my eyes.

I saw the knife, and the large wound it opened. It had penetrated my bones, shattering a few of them and pushing them aside. Blood was flowing down my arms. After the initial pain, I could no longer feel most of my hand. I unwillingly let my arm drop down instead of trying to push the door. I could pass out due to the intense pain.

I couldn't keep the door closed with my other hand, so I ran away from the door. Idil stopped trying to push the table, and we both retreated as far as we could into the room. We were cornered. The room wasn't very large, and the only thing that stood in between us and them was a wooden table.

For a few seconds, I though of trying to escape from the window; but falling down from that height into solid ground would kill us with no doubt. Besides, I didn't even know if it was actually possible to open the window.

We heard something from the hallway. There were more of those 'zombies' coming towards us, I thought. So, that was it... After all, the old woman was right: there was no escape.

I was still in pain, holding my left hand without knowing what to do. I looked at Idil, who was obviously in panic. She looked at me, and our eyes met.

"At least we kept our promise." she said, and smiled sadly. "If that's our destiny, let it be."

"Our trust in each other got us this far. Even if this is the end, I want it to be known... Let other people know the dangers of this cursed building. Perhaps we can save those innocent souls who will arrive in the morning." I said.

We had pens on the table and the little notebook; but no time to write down our adventure. We hopelessly stood there as a third body entered the room...