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I’m going to fucking die.
My entire body trembles from the anxiety rushing through my veins, adrenaline twisting my gut.
The shooting seems to last an eternity then, everything stops.
The night is as quiet as it was several minutes ago, before the nightmare started.
Is it over?
I need to call for help.
I need to get out of here.
I reach out for my cracked phone. I try to power it, but it’s a lost cause.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I asked the phone company to transfer the old office’s number to my phone until we buy corded phones, which Alice planned on doing tomorrow. So right now, I’m screwed.
Panicked, I start belly-crawling, tears streaming down my face.
My first instinct is to turn the lights off. I don’t know who’s out there, and I sure as hell don’t want them to know I’m in here. They have guns. I don’t.
Fuck, I’m shaking like a leaf.
Once the office is immersed in darkness, I crawl to safety, praying to God and all the saints up above.
