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10-09-2012, 12:15 PM
They had been backing out of the steel portal with his lifeless body when the first shot had rung out. They ran forward and dropped behind the Mahogany counter staring through the small crack in the wood where the desks were brought together.
Just keep your head down, we’re going to be alrite!
His command echoes through the marble hallways, through the bathrooms, stairwells, between the walls, and in his head. Flashing lights illuminated the cold winter night, reflecting off the clouds, red and blue colored pillows that refused to abide to the rules of gravity.
What should we do?!
Not sure yet, calm down.
This has gone horribly wrong. They aren’t feeling the cold air coming through the shattered glass door, the adrenaline is like fire in the veins, they can smell themselves burning or maybe that’s just gunpowder.
Another shot, people cease crying, the sirens aren’t blaring, the world isn’t moving. Looking down there was what look liked a cigar burn through the black blazer he wore, a small red blot getting bigger on his white shirt.
Oh god, he whispers, falling into a half fetal position
Just lay down they’ll be coming in soon, you’ve done enough.
Everything is black, all there is is the static of a police radio filling his ears, the wet drag of bodies, and zippers on body bags.
A voice brings him back to the living from behind the counter.
What a mess
Yea tell me about it
So who was the one who started the shooting?
Not sure maybe the one over there
What about the two behind the counter
Footsteps all around
Wait! I think this one’s alive! Get a stretcher.
Being hoisted onto the only bed he has been on in months he’s led through the doors into the pitch black night. Looking at first the fake marble ceiling, then the red and blue clouds, and finally the roof of the ambulance, before a mask is put over his face, a gas turned on, and he slips into a deep peaceful sleep.
Just keep your head down, we’re going to be alrite!
His command echoes through the marble hallways, through the bathrooms, stairwells, between the walls, and in his head. Flashing lights illuminated the cold winter night, reflecting off the clouds, red and blue colored pillows that refused to abide to the rules of gravity.
What should we do?!
Not sure yet, calm down.
This has gone horribly wrong. They aren’t feeling the cold air coming through the shattered glass door, the adrenaline is like fire in the veins, they can smell themselves burning or maybe that’s just gunpowder.
Another shot, people cease crying, the sirens aren’t blaring, the world isn’t moving. Looking down there was what look liked a cigar burn through the black blazer he wore, a small red blot getting bigger on his white shirt.
Oh god, he whispers, falling into a half fetal position
Just lay down they’ll be coming in soon, you’ve done enough.
Everything is black, all there is is the static of a police radio filling his ears, the wet drag of bodies, and zippers on body bags.
A voice brings him back to the living from behind the counter.
What a mess
Yea tell me about it
So who was the one who started the shooting?
Not sure maybe the one over there
What about the two behind the counter
Footsteps all around
Wait! I think this one’s alive! Get a stretcher.
Being hoisted onto the only bed he has been on in months he’s led through the doors into the pitch black night. Looking at first the fake marble ceiling, then the red and blue clouds, and finally the roof of the ambulance, before a mask is put over his face, a gas turned on, and he slips into a deep peaceful sleep.