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You'd think that, being reasonably intelligent, I could have done something about this.
You'd think that, working in a catholic institution, we'd have protection if anyone did.
You'd be wrong.
I don't know if it was magic or just some perverse chance, but the first signs appeared at 8:50 AM, just as the bell rang for school. God, that's 18 hours ago and it's taken me this long to get to a terminal. We didn't realize what was happening at first. You've got to understand, they were teenagers, and Catholic school students. It was only by the time that the second teacher was eaten that we realized something was wrong. I mean, replacement teachers go missing all the time.
When we did cotton on we only made thing worse. The first instinct of most of the staff was to pray, and to get the students to do the same. You know what the net effect of prayer is? It provides a stationary target with a brain at optimum consumption height. I've seen a ten year old girl with a hockey stick hold off more danger than a room full of praying adults.
We all lost our heads a bit, some figuratively, some literally. If it hadn't been for the junior girls hockey team then it might have been all literally. My brother used to say there was nothing worse than a female winger, but right now I'd rather have two girls with hockey sticks than an entire battalion of beefy army guys.
Even so we weren't thinking when we all ran for shelter. Maybe some part of me thought it was the oldest building available and so it must have withstood the most. That's nonsense, of course, but it's the closest I can come to a reason I didn't twig to the disaster our 'sanctuary' was. The others, well, they were Catholic to one degree or another. They were conditioned to think it was safe. I should have realized that a church is where you hold rites for the dead.
It's embarrassing to say, but I'm alive now because of seven sporty girls and an accountant on crutches. I tried to hold up my part but I had to be saved by the team's half-back, who turns out to be a better shot with a deputy-principal's head than she is with an actual hockey ball. What I'm mostly good for is keeping count. If it matters then it's Micala Mackenzie ahead with 139 (128 students, 11 staff) followed by Tori Kodric on 92 (87 students, 5 staff).
It's been 18 hours. I don't know if anyone's left out there but if you are, and if you see this, then please come and get us. If nothing else then these girls deserve some backup they can rely on.
(miss_rynn has the best memes)
(A real update, for those that care, is coming soon. I promise)
You'd think that, working in a catholic institution, we'd have protection if anyone did.
You'd be wrong.
I don't know if it was magic or just some perverse chance, but the first signs appeared at 8:50 AM, just as the bell rang for school. God, that's 18 hours ago and it's taken me this long to get to a terminal. We didn't realize what was happening at first. You've got to understand, they were teenagers, and Catholic school students. It was only by the time that the second teacher was eaten that we realized something was wrong. I mean, replacement teachers go missing all the time.
When we did cotton on we only made thing worse. The first instinct of most of the staff was to pray, and to get the students to do the same. You know what the net effect of prayer is? It provides a stationary target with a brain at optimum consumption height. I've seen a ten year old girl with a hockey stick hold off more danger than a room full of praying adults.
We all lost our heads a bit, some figuratively, some literally. If it hadn't been for the junior girls hockey team then it might have been all literally. My brother used to say there was nothing worse than a female winger, but right now I'd rather have two girls with hockey sticks than an entire battalion of beefy army guys.
Even so we weren't thinking when we all ran for shelter. Maybe some part of me thought it was the oldest building available and so it must have withstood the most. That's nonsense, of course, but it's the closest I can come to a reason I didn't twig to the disaster our 'sanctuary' was. The others, well, they were Catholic to one degree or another. They were conditioned to think it was safe. I should have realized that a church is where you hold rites for the dead.
It's embarrassing to say, but I'm alive now because of seven sporty girls and an accountant on crutches. I tried to hold up my part but I had to be saved by the team's half-back, who turns out to be a better shot with a deputy-principal's head than she is with an actual hockey ball. What I'm mostly good for is keeping count. If it matters then it's Micala Mackenzie ahead with 139 (128 students, 11 staff) followed by Tori Kodric on 92 (87 students, 5 staff).
It's been 18 hours. I don't know if anyone's left out there but if you are, and if you see this, then please come and get us. If nothing else then these girls deserve some backup they can rely on.
(miss_rynn has the best memes)
(A real update, for those that care, is coming soon. I promise)