In the locker room

"ADKINS! YOU'RE LATE!"

Lauren yelped at the voice, turning around to see her old gym teacher, Coach Lilith Manson. A former Navy SEAL Commando, Coach Manson was the one teacher that Lauren actually feared; often treating her classes like a boot camp. However, the biggest question in Lauren's mind at the moment was what Coach Manson was even doing here as the woman had retired three days before she she graduated high school. This day was making less and less since by second. Her mind slowly drifted back to the truck... Sarah the angel... The Devil...

No. No that was all a dream!

"Respond to me when I address you, Adkins!" Coach Manson shouted, snapping Lauren out of her thoughts.

"Ma'am! Yes Ma'am!" Lauren said fearfully, standing at attention with a salute as the other women in the locker room began giggling and laughing.

All except one...

"ARE YOU MOCKING MY MILITARY HISTORY, MAGGOT?!"

"N-no!" Lauren stammered fearfully. "Sorry, Coach Manson."

"Just get ready to start class!" Coach Manson snapped as she turned to walk into the gymnasium.

"Um, where's my uniform?" Lauren asked timidly. For some reason, the other women began laughing at her again.

"'Uniform'?" Coach Manson asked, looking over her shoulder at Lauren like she was crazy. "What uniform? Have you forgotten that you specifically attend this class naked except for your shoes and socks?!"

Lauren felt her stomach drop. What did the coach just say?!