It occurs to me that in the end the days that I assign this world mean nothing. You will call it something else maybe even the real day it is. April something. All it matters is in defining my life, my world.
With that thought in my head I leant out of a low window for an hour with them grasping at me. Then I ran as fast as I could through a path I had opened up.
I made it out and nearly clear, I didn't make the mistakes I did before. No fighting, just shoot and run.
This said; I lost them but annoyingly I am further away from the station right now because for some reason they wouldn't mass by the southern side of the school.
Regardless one more day and I'll be back. That I promise.
I hope you make another day
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