🔔• The first bullet was a sharp crack through the warm air of the school halls, sending waves of impending confusion to spread around the students and teachers.

Maybe someone dropped something.

Then came the second one, followed by a thump and a shrill scream, classrooms erupting in a chaotic panic upon the realization of what was happening.

Powder for one, knew that it was a now or never kind of situation to either escape, stay, or let herself die.

She was standing in the hall, splattered by blood as she looked around, her throat bobbing with a thick swallow, her white crewneck covered in red and her thigh-length brown skirt almost sticky to her pale thighs.

Blood seeped out from her side, and she barely registered it as she turned, almost in a fit of reckless shock as she staggered to one of the classrooms that wasn’t locked nor covered.