Her eyes opened into what she first mistook for complete darkness. Where was she? Looking around at the other faces of children, some of whom she recognized others of whom she did not. What was this place? Sights and smells surround her that made her feel, at best extremely nauseous. She fought with her stomach not to vomit on the floor but knew there was nothing in her stomach to vomit.

The children around her, she studied them, a way not to think about her stomach, they all had the same fear in there faces as she did. No one knew anything more then she did, or maybe they did and it was just that bad. Questions flooded into her mind even as she tried to stop them. Where was she? Why did they take her? Why her?

The door opened and her nose filled with the stench of rotting flesh. A fresh wave of nausea overtook her but the fear was worse. She heard the screams, may have even been one of them but she couldn't be sure.

She saw the typewriter. She knew what that was, at least she thought she did. It was best to listen to....that thing. Slowly she inched her way forward, scared to death of dieing. She looked down at the page.

The 4-sided dice lands on 1

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((Did I do that right?))