The student who threw it could only heave at the side. He had been holding onto his vomit since he had to keep his eyes open and hands vacant.
Who answered him was the injured teacher among the group of thirteen. She said, "The police… They didn't even identify themselves. They just… I don't think they're really police. Could they be really impersonating officers?"
Claude put the bottle away from the sickly humans. He couldn't even find a non-human among them. "Are you the only ones who escaped?"
"No, we were divided." The teacher shook her head. "Some others are supposed to be with us, but they… they told us to close the door behind us.
"Lavallee… why is this happening?" The teacher bit her lip. "Not everyone in this school is like you, but… even Oakley said something close to… it doesn't matter what we really are. We are either food or collateral damage. Aren't they supposed to be just targeting you and the other monsters? Why are we…? Everyone else is dead!"
