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Ocean and began swimming as fast as they could.
     
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    As Jemima laid curled up on the floor in foetal position, she thought about the short life she had led. She was an only child. Loved. No, adored by her parents who had spent so many years and money on fertility treatments to have her. Her mother had been forty-four when she'd given birth to her nearly seventeen years ago and her father was fifty at the time. They doted on her. Always had, always will, thought Jemima. And now they must think I'm dead, she sobbed hopelessly.
    For what seemed like days she had thrown herself against that door in futile attempts to get it open. She had even taken to clawing at the walls to try and dig her way out, but there was no use.
    Jemima had given up. Now she wanted nothing more than to curl up and die. But why hadn't she? She knew she should be dead by now and the fact that she hadn't frightened her. She knew, deep down, that she was no longer the person she once was. That beast had done something to her.
    As her thoughts swirled around her head in an endless stream of images and memories, Jemima heard a faint sound. Crawling to her feet, she cocked her head listening to what it might be. She put her ear against the wall and slowly moved along until it became stronger. She banged hard where it was at its loudest and screamed for help for what seemed like hours. When she felt she could shout no more, she slumped to the floor and dropped her head to her knees. At the same time, the noise grew louder. Suddenly, something sloshed onto the back of her neck. She rubbed it and looked up. Something dripped onto the top of her head. Scrambling to her feet, Jemima rubbed her palms along the wall until she found a damp patch.
    "Water!" she yelled, clawing at the area to try and loosen it. Sure enough, after hours of scratching at the wall, water began to gently pour out of the small hole she'd created. Although she didn't physically feel the need to drink, she desperately wanted to feel human again, so she swallowed as much as she could. A simple act that made her feel mentally stronger, so she continued to scratch at the hole in the wall.
    But when the water began pouring out, Jemima's high pitched laughter turned sour when she realised her feet and ankles were submerged. The water was pouring in... but it had nowhere to go.
    "Help me!" she screamed. She was going to drown and nobody would rescue her. Her body would rot in the water and nobody would ever know.
    Jemima thought of her parents, the pain they must be going through and the pain that would stay with them for the rest of their lives, never having known what really happened to their daughter.
    Sobbing, the sixteen year old cheerleader who was one of the most popular girls in school, always happy and sweet to everyone, just sat in the water, doing nothing but watch it slowly rise. She was giving in. She would let the water take her.
    As minutes turned to hours, the water filled the room. Soon there was nowhere left for her to breathe. Taking one last breath, she let her body fall beneath the water. Slowly drifting down to the bottom, her long hair spread out around her. She cast one last look at her surroundings before the pain in her lungs became too much to bear and her body involuntarily breathed in the water in place of air. She fought it but it was no use. Her arms and legs kicked out in protest but soon she was calm. The look of panic was replaced with one of peace. The young girl everyone had grown to love over the past sixteen years was gone.
    "Here!" yelled Zoltan as the others followed behind at a super fast pace. "I have her scent."
    The werewolf began to dig with his hands until he hit something solid. A heavy steel door.
    "Let me," said Carmelo as he jumped as high as he could and came down on the door with such force that part of it instantly ruptured. Repeating the movement several times, the door finally broke through and Carmelo found himself within a small flooded