Fatal: Part 1 (The First Snow)

Chapter 8 (Trigger Warning)

She spoke too soon.

One of the guys was about to pin her against the lockers, when they were interrupted by something that changed everything that day...

BANG!

Everyone screams and gets down on the ground, covering their heads and necks with their arms. Someone actually falls down. A second later, people are back on their feet and running for their lives down the hallways.

McKayla wasn't sure what was going on - Hell, no one was - but she started running.

BANG! BANG!

"Attention students and faculty, " The principal says through the intercom, "This is a code red alert. This is not a drill. Please find a safe place to hide in a classroom and follow through with standard lockdown procedures. Once again, this is a code red alert. This is not a drill. Someone has brought a gun into the school. This is not a drill."

Everyone was running in circles and zig-zags, trying to find safety. Some were yelling for their friends or siblings. Teachers were yelling for the students to get into their classrooms.

In the midst of the choas, someone bumps into McKayla and knocks her down.

BANG!

Everyone screams in terror.

So they couldn't hear the one scream of pain...

That came from McKayla.

It was the most agonizing, excruciating pain that she'd ever been in. People were still running around, trying to find shelter for themselves as McKayla continued to scream and cry. She held onto her to leg, her hands becoming red and sticky. The blood was coming out of the wound, which was on her outer right leg, just below her hip.

McKayla knew she had to get to safety, and she obviously wasn't going to get any help from what little people were still trying to find shelter. Whoever this shooter was, they were still out there and McKayla didn't want encounter them.

McKayla grabs onto an open locker and tries to stand using her good leg, but she falls and releases another yell of pain.

McKayla takes another few breaths, then shifts her position so that she's on her stomach. She began moving her arms and did sort an army crawl to the nearest safety that she could get into: the janitor's closet.

BANG!

At this rate, there was hardly anyone left in the halls. McKayla tried not to scream and tried to crawl faster. There were books and bags and many other things scattered across the floors that got in her way though.

Eventually, McKayla gets into the janitor's closet. She props herself up as best she can and fumbles with the doorknob as tears run down her face and blood ran down her leg. She just hoped that there wouldn't be a trail of blood leading to the janitor's closet and would give her away to the shooter.

BANG!

McKayla can't help but yell out, frightened. She collapses on the ground, but props herself up again. Finally, she gets the door open and crawls in, shutting it behind her.

A few things fall on top of her. Brooms, a mop. She pushes them away and takes a minute to really look at her leg. She was hurt very badly. If she didn't get some kind of help, she was definitely going to bleed out.

McKayla swallowed, the put her index finger and thumb into the wound in leg, trying to get the bullet out of her leg; but to no avail.

BANG!

McKayla gasps and puts her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. She continued sobbing silently as her life as she knew it was slowly and painfully slipping away from her.