Part 3

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(Andy 's P.O.V) I followed the sound of the rhythmic tapping. The sound of long nails gently hitting a hard surface. The noise dragged me along and made me stop outside the gymnasium. Slowly, I pulled out my pistol from my heavy, leather trench coat. I pulled back the hammer and checked the magazine. Thank god, it was full. I raised the gun to my shoulder as I slowly opened the double doors. I sunk into the darkened, large room, my footsteps already echoing as I turned on the eye blinding lights. Nothing. Still cautious, I carefully snuck forward, weapon now raised and aiming ahead. The sound had stopped once I had entered. I slowly turned in circles, checking every angle. I was straight in the direction I came, walking backwards now. Sort of convinced that nothing was here, I stood relaxed and lowered my gun with a sigh of relief. Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder, making my heart stop. The tap of extremely long nails.....
"Hello, Mr. Biersack." I spun around with the gun up and ready. The barrel pointed directly between two, bright red eyes......

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