You were a worker drone, and you were only in high-school. You were a second year. Uzi, Lizzy, N, and V had become your close friends. You wondered why N and V even attended class since they were also assembly drones. As you raised your hand to ask a question, you heard screaming and yelling in the hall, and then it abruptly stopped as oil splattered across the window. M appeared in the doorway, her smile wide and creepy. She was dripping in the oil that served as drone blood.