The top floor was the rooftop. I climbed up, and there were about 50 kids gathered there, looking for a hiding place. But I had already spotted them. When they saw me, a few of them came forward, bowing and begging me to spare their lives. Unexpectedly, their heads were severed before I could even open my mouth. I told you so! Those who witnessed my killings must die. Some were so scared they committed suicide. I didn't care, as long as no one else was alive. A little while later, nearly 50 bodies lay scattered on the rooftop, each with a different death, and soon flies swarmed everywhere, filling the air with a foul stench. Next to them was a metal container filled with water. I went over, intending to push it, but it felt unusually light. There must be some guys hiding in there. I tilted it and pushed it downwards. Thump! The metal container fell and shattered, not with water, but with blood and the bodies of several students scattered everywhere.
Besides that, I found two students hiding nearby, staring at me with pleading eyes. I was about to ignore them, but hunger took over. Turning around, I saw the two students charging at me with sticks, their faces full of contempt. However, they fell into pools of blood, slowly watching the large cleaver in my hand slowly descend towards them.
_ Please, don't kill me!
_ Please! Noooo!