The day dragged unbearably slow. The ticking of your own clock began to annoy you so much that you turned it off and put it aside, trying to concentrate on that damn quarterly report you'd been trying to put off all day, but you couldn't. Work needed to be done.

You were just counting the minutes until the end of the workday. About a couple hundred in, you suddenly hear screams coming from the hallway. Many screams.

And then gunshots ring out. Your coworker walks up to check what happened, and you just open your mouth to stop her as she suddenly drops dead. Shot.

You clamp your mouth shut. You settle on the floor and try to find shelter by crawling under tables, and the screaming doesn't stop behind you as you make your way to the bathroom.

You close yourself in the stall and sit on the toilet, bringing your legs up to your body. You bite your hand to keep from making a sound, trying not to cry out in fear. It goes on like this for about ten more minutes, and it seems to quiet down. You get up, because you need to leave, you need to go somewhere safer, preferably outside, when suddenly the bathroom door swings open. You fall back onto the toilet and try to be quiet while your heart pounds like crazy.

The door to the stall opens abruptly. You raise your hands, sobbing.

"Please don't, don't, don't-"

A man in body armor and a holstered pistol stands in front of you. He raises his hands as well.

"It's okay, look, it's okay. I'm not shooting, see? I'm going to get you out of here, it's okay... What's your name...?"