One Way Out
You booted out of the room and scrambled down C Hall. You were well aware that John was right behind you. You entered a classroom and hurriedly closed the door. It closed on John's foot and you couldn't get it down. You started slamming at it, not caring for the foot. John finally removed his foot and you locked the door. You looked around and pushed some desks against the door.
You sat down on the floor and calmed yourself down. There was no way John could get through. You heard muffled talking through the door. A loud bang came from out the hallway and you felt like something had punched your stomach. You look down and you saw a small hole in your torso. A bullet wound. It had gone through the door. You pressed your hand against the wound as another bullet fired.
And another. And another. And another. You couldn't get out of the way fast enough.
You sat down on the floor and calmed yourself down. There was no way John could get through. You heard muffled talking through the door. A loud bang came from out the hallway and you felt like something had punched your stomach. You look down and you saw a small hole in your torso. A bullet wound. It had gone through the door. You pressed your hand against the wound as another bullet fired.
And another. And another. And another. You couldn't get out of the way fast enough.
