Fun? The word on the open door seemed laughable in all of this. It had been the last thing Victoria had seen before her eyes and nose filled with smoke, and she passed out. Gunshots rang off in the distance, refusing to stop until she had woken up.
Classroom walls had been ripped to shreds and three men dressed in orange jumpsuits she didn't recognize lay motionless on the floor. Trails of blood smeared off past the door, reminding Victoria of her colleague's absence. Footsteps sounded from the hallway, imposing and strong. Cowering behind the desk, she listens and waits.
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