"Everybody get down!!!!" I heard a shout from the front of the classroom, the sound of bullets and explosions firing rang in my ears.
Everyone darted under their desks, screaming, scared for their lives.
This wasn't a drill.
I stared in fear as the door was pulled from the hinges, and thrown into the hallway.
A dozen of masked men, guns and ammo hung around their body, flowed into the class.
Without hesitation, they instantly shot the ones they saw. No feelings.
Throwing grenades under desks, sending blood flying, along with chunks of flesh.
Parts of the ceiling fell onto dead classmates.
The screams of pain and fear implanted itself into my brain, watching bodies fall to the floor.
I held my dark brown hair, and clenched my eyes shut, praying for them to leave.
"No one else seems to be in here, Con." One of the masked men stated, dragging his mouth guard down.
"Let's get out of this shithole then. I'm done." Another rolled his eyes and headed for the doorway.
As the men walked out, and the footsteps no longer echoed, I opened my eyes.
The ceiling had fallen onto the desks, glass and bullet shells scattered on the floor, as well as blood.
Was I the only one alive?
I got up from under my desk, my white knee high socks now dirty with blood and black marks. I struggled to walk.
I stood in the middle of the bloodbath classroom. Seeing the occasional twitch in a students hand, rushing down onto my knees to resuscitate them, but it was always too late.
I felt a familiar bitter taste in my throat. My hands cut open, I leant out the window, and threw up.
It felt like my life had been drained.
"N-no..." I muttered, wiping the bile from my chapped lips.
As I walked across the classroom floor, hearing the crunch of glass underneath my school shoes, I became paranoid.
This whole city has gone to shit..
I watched from the shattered classroom window as buildings were set on fire, those same men flooding out of them, moving on to another.
I became scared for my life.
