She lay there beneath the classroom table, a book bag for a pillow and an empty drinks bottle clutched in her arms. The table cloth draped over the corner table blocked the sight of her classmates, but she could still hear them, shuffling around the locked classroom, Unable to get out, unable to do anything other than bump into walls, moan and kill.
She knew they could kill after Mary had made a break for the locked door from under the table they had shared. Her screams still echoed in her head.
As she lay there, dehydrated, hungry and alone she prayed for help that she knew would never come.