You were having a normal, chill day in school where everything was normal and ordinary. Lessons were fine, people were fine, everything was just as it normally is.

When you start to walk out of school at the end of the day, gunshots can be heard as a black woman with braided hair starts shooting back at the people. As soon as she sees you, she rushes to you and protects you with her body before turning to you, looking at you through her glasses.

“Come with me if you want to live.”