People passing by glanced toward B's office then away, quickly walking away. What is going on in there were on their minds and they strove to push the images away.
Every one knew who this one belonged to: G. How people knew is still a mystery.
Next came L (me), who keeps being run over with the chair.
Then D, lying on her side in misery.
And don't forget L, who gets here before anyone else. She was the first to go. She tried to escape, but was caught at the door, trying to escape.
And last but not least, M, who died in the process trying to call B for help.