Her body locked up. Her mind was blank. She retched, but her stomach was empty.
Amalia 'Amy' Cassady: Game Start! It took awhile for her to calm down, now kneeling and gasping as her insides stopped acting like a blender, eager to tear her apart. She had to stop thinking about it, about her classmates (Sunny wouldn't hurt a fly, but the others?), about Initiative Earth (She never heard of them, she was sure of it, but did Xtra? Did Hare?), Zeph (was he actually a catfish this whole time? God, she have lunch with him so many times...wait, what if-) and Mr. Franklin-He was dead now, she was sure of it. The real question's is if it's still having spasms.
She heard a familiar groan, and her dazed mind and shaking hands went to her backpack. A sword came out from it, still in its scabbard, and close to it were a couple of manuals. Both were left out on the pristine floor.
An alien relic came next, which she left inside instead, until she figured out what it does. Her breathing evened, and her shivering body calmed.
There it is. Progress, small as it may be.
She searched the bag further, finding food, a first aid kit, and a pillow(?). She found a lighter in the kit, and put it in her pockets, just in case she needed a light source. Her legs obeyed when she stood up, and promptly sat back properly on the floor, manuals now in her hands and the sword put in front of her.
It was just in case, and that was what she'll tell herself. If only it was true.
Amy Cassady, stumbling elsewhere...