Hysterically and irrationally

After five seconds of standing in shock-induced paralysis, Amira barley muffled a terrifying scream with her hands. Her mind shot a thousand different thoughts at once, and she began panicking. Amira theoretically had plenty of time to gather her senses and come up with a plan to escape, or at least find cover. In the back of the room with the lathing machines, all of the other students were talking to each other where the tables are. However, she completely failed to keep her cool.

At first, she was frozen in place. Her knees could not stop buckling, her thighs pressing together in utter disbelief and fear. She frantically looked around for something to cover up with, while simultaneously jolting her head to see if anyone was coming near her. At this point she began crying, still attempting to mute her involuntary gasps.

Hyperventilating at this point, Amira still could not break out of her trance. She desperately shuffled herself towards the emergency door in the back. Millisecond debates went on in her head.

“Open the door? It’s the only way out! But the fire alarm will sound, everyone will eventually go outside with me. I don’t have my keys, I can’t just run home. Fuck!”

Amira abandoned this idea. She could not decide on which direction to go in. The metalshop was huge, which gave her a lot of room to maneuver in, but Amira was in such a discombobulated state, she just desperately maneuvered from point to point, alternating her hands between covering her panties, her chest and her face. Now, her mind was overloaded with fear and embarrassment, and she was still attempting to think of a way out, or just a way to wake up from this nightmare.