The quiet cackle that emerged from her throat startled the nearest students. Lynn, noticing Hannah's strange behavior, turned around fully.
"Hannah?" he called. His voice held a note of real concern. "Are you okay? Come on, we need to move!"
Hannah's laughter swelled, as though fueled by a hidden mania. Her eyes shone with a malevolent glint that no one had ever seen before.
"You're not going anywhere," she said softly, taking a step forward. "None of you are. The Fort Snail will feast on you all, or maybe you'll drown in your own fear before that happens."
"Hannah, snap out of it!" Another student reached toward her with trembling fingers. "What's wrong with you?"
She whipped her head around, wet strands of hair flinging droplets of water, and regarded them with contempt.
"Wrong with me? I'm just done pretending. Go ahead. Try to leave. The rain's only going to get worse. And you, dear classmates… you'll find no shelter."