I hadn't locked the door, because I knew that with her strength, no door could stop her. So I left it open to avoid arousing her suspicion.
The sound of footsteps drew closer and closer. My heart rose into my throat, and I felt as if all the strength had drained from my body.
Soon, the woman in white slowly walked in. She tilted her head and looked around. Through the dim, tattered cloth, I saw her face.
It was the face of a corpse, filled with coldness and deathly silence. There was no white in her eyes, only pitch-black pupils, like two bottomless holes.
I didn't dare move an inch, even as she came closer and closer.
The woman reached me and extended a hand, intending to lift the torn cloth covering me. Despair filled my heart, but I stayed silent, biting my lower lip and not moving a muscle.
Because I knew that at such close range, nothing I did would help.
I didn't know where it had come from or why it had appeared here. I didn't know why it had become like this, but I had witnessed its strength. It was something no human could fight.
The pale hand reached toward the tattered cloth covering me, but suddenly stopped. The woman turned around and chose to leave.
I breathed a sigh of relief, but I didn't dare let my guard down.
Sure enough, the woman turned back and glanced at me again. I didn't relax in the slightest, remaining as still as a statue. Only when the sound of her footsteps descending the stairs rang out did I finally let out a faint sigh of relief.
By then, the woman was wandering through the entire school, searching for everyone.
In an abandoned room, the athlete watched the window warily, ready to jump out at any moment.
"What exactly is going on?" the girl asked cautiously.
"All you need to know is that we have to hide for three hours. Then we'll survive," the athlete said as he looked at her.
At that moment, the sound of footsteps rang out again. The athlete quickly picked up the tattered cloth and covered himself with it.
Although the girl was disgusted that the cloth was covered in dust, she covered herself with it as well.
The pale figure slowly walked past them. She walked on tiptoe, as if she might fall over at any moment. But when she entered the room, the girl finally realized what she was facing.
The girl was utterly terrified, her heart beating so fast that she could barely breathe. But just then, a bug suddenly crawled onto her body. The girl instantly screamed and threw off the cloth covering her.
"We're screwed." The athlete had no time to think. He hurriedly jumped out of the window and fell all the way to the ground. But he ignored the pain and scrambled away.
The girl wasn't so lucky. She stared at what was before her in terror as a hideous face with a twisted neck gradually came into focus.
"Who are you?" the girl asked, her lips trembling.
But at that moment, the woman with the tilted head suddenly let out a sinister laugh, grabbed the girl by the neck, and lifted her into the air.
"Help! Somebody save me!" the girl shouted desperately. The woman looked at her, her eyes filled with greed and brutality.
"Why? What did I do wrong? I don't want to die!"
The girl screamed and begged incessantly. But at that moment, no one came to save her.
A dagger pierced through her chest, and then her heart was ripped out. Blood flowed across the floor, creating a scene of horrifying brutality.
Her final scream before death echoed throughout the entire school building.
"We're screwed. She's dead." I shook my head and sat on the floor in terror, my face filled with fear.
Anyone who encountered her had only one possible end: death.
The only way to survive was to find a way to avoid her.
I continued hiding in the room, silently watching my watch.
Meanwhile, the athlete was caught in the most dangerous escape of his life. Behind him, the school uniform woman tilted her head and walked along with a smile. Although she appeared to be moving slowly, no matter how hard the athlete ran, he couldn't widen the distance between them even by a step.
After running for a full ten minutes, even the athlete could no longer hold out. He looked back at the school uniform woman and roared, "If you have the guts, come kill me! But I want to know the truth!"
The school uniform woman glanced at him and suddenly waved her hand. His head immediately fell from his body. The woman didn't even spare it a glance. She simply let herself remain splattered with blood as she walked through the abandoned school building.
Throughout the entire abandoned school building, she moved like a ghost.
I hid on the second floor, constantly looking around for a way to escape.
It was absolutely impossible to fight them. They couldn't be defeated.
All we could do was find a way to hide. As long as we held out for a while, we would survive.
Hiding in the room, I let out a somber sigh. My whole body trembled as I clenched my teeth and silently endured it.
The woman wandered through the abandoned school building, searching for traces of her prey.
I didn't know how much time had passed when I suddenly opened my eyes. My back began to ache without warning.
I knew it was time to escape.
With no time to think, I quietly went downstairs and headed toward the school's back gate.
I ran wildly, with no time to pay attention to what was happening around me.
There was only one thought in my mind: survive.
The wind brushed across my face. Then, the sound of footsteps suddenly rang out behind me. I turned to look and was instantly scared out of my wits—the twisted neck woman was chasing me.
She was far too fast. She had been far away only moments ago, but in the blink of an eye, she was less than twenty yards from me.
With no time to think, I charged toward the back gate and suddenly lunged forward.
The woman had already reached my back. She let out a sinister laugh and thrust her arm straight through me.