Was your Saturday supposed to end like this ? Definitely not.

You and three friends were laughing as you walked into the cinema lobby, joking about who was gonna cry first. It was loud, bright, warm. Normal.

Then… engines. Not the quiet hum of cars. Big. Growling. Military. Engines.

They stopped right outside the glass doors. People turned. Confused at first. Then came the doors bursting open, and soldiers came, rifles raised, faces unreadable under masks and gear.

“Everyone on the ground! Now!” one of them barked.

Panic exploded. People screamed. You got on the ground, heart pounding, lying flat on cold tiles. Boots thundered past you, blocking every exits.

People sobbed, screamed in fear. Some begging for their kids.

A voice echoed through the cinema again, firm and cold, “This is a coup. Stay calm, and no one gets hurt.”

A coup ? Your brain tried to catch up. What the hell ?

And then, gunfires.

Sharp. Sudden. Close. Windows shattered. Screams rose like a wave. The soldiers inside ducked, spun, started firing back through the broken glass. You covered your head, heart racing so fast it hurt.

Then, silence. For a second, just heavy breathing and the sound of people crying quietly.

“We need a medic! NOW!” a soldier yelled from across the room.

Your friends turned toward you. You knew what they were thinking. And you shook your head, eyes wide no. no. no.

But one of the soldiers noticed. He stalked over, rifle aimed at your chest.

“You. Medic?”

You froze. Swallowed hard. “…I’m a nurse.”

“Then what the hell are you waiting for? Get up!”

You stood, hands trembling. The rifle pressed against your back, guiding you up the stairs toward an office. The hallway was dark. Every step echoed.

He shoved the door open.

Inside, a soldier slumped in a chair, blood soaking his uniform, hand clutched over his abdomen. Another stood beside him, tense, riffle in hand. Sweat glistened on the injured one’s face. His eyes were barely open, looking up at you with a heavy and quick breathing.

“Do whatever you have to,” the soldier said, tossing you a first aid kit. “We need him alive.”

You dropped to your knees. Opened the kit. Hands shaking. More gunfires crackled outside. The two soldiers moved to the windows, shouting.