[IC] The Cult

[Infamous Empath]

Isaac jerked the door from Kim's grasp and closed it quickly, locking it behind him before hurrying off.

Zeb looked as though he wanted to say more, but didn't. Nothing happened for a couple of minutes.

Then another man entered the classroom, and like many of the others, he too wore a dark mask. Similarly to the "immortal", this instructor's voice seemed to be modulated to reverberate. His black apparel contrasted with the blank white board behind him.

"Arin. Zeb. You will no longer refer to yourselves by those names." He pointed to Zeb. "You are 432." And then he turned his finger toward the newcomer. "You are 433. You will call me HeadMaster. Do you have any questions?"

[Skinner35]

"Yea. What's happening now?" He asked, looking at the new body. If he was being honest with himself, he didn't think that this Zeb guy would survive.

[Atroposer]

Kim glowered at the door before returning to her spot on the floor against the wall.

"13,890... 13,891... 13,892." She counted every third heart beat, making sure to keep her mind focused on a task to avoid falling back into tangents that had went on until she would pass out. Eventually she got sleepy and laid down, starting back over at zero until she was asleep.