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Zack looked up as a second gunshot went off. He slammed his locker shut and tugged at Cody's arm, urging him to move. They needed to get out of there. Now. Cody was looking at Joe, and both boys were standing still.
"Move!" Zack shouted, flinching as he heard more screams, though, luckily, not another shot.
Joe looked weird, like he'd just remembered something important. "Jake...Jake's classroom is down there." Joe started running.
Towards the gunshots.
And Cody ran after him.
"Cody!" Zack screamed, he couldn't believe what he was seeing-he couldn't believe what he was doing. His legs seemed to be moving by themselves. He was running after Cody, towards the screams, the gunshots, and a maniac with a gun.
Zack tore down the halls, expecting to catch up with Cody in a matter if seconds, However, fear and purpose seemed to have fueled his brother, and he always remained just out of reach.
He was also weaving in and out of frightened students and teachers, who were heading away from the shots. Zack saw Cody again, and a fleeting glimpse of Joe's black body. "Cody! Joe!" he shouted, ducking under a flailing arm of a panicked student.
Another gunshot went off, and everybody around Zack screamed. It took a second before Zack realized he was one of the people screaming. But he kept going forward. He needed to get to Cody.
They turned a corner, and this hall was filled with less people, however, the air seemed to be electrically charged. These kids were terrified for their lives.
And with good reason. Zack caught a glimpse of red down he hall. A lot of red. Blood. He grabbed Cody's arm. "Come on!" he shouted to Jake, and started pulling his brother away from the guns.
But Cody struggled, looking over his shoulder to Joe. Zack wanted to yell at him, to tell him that they needed to get out of here. But it was no use; he knew that Cody was going to help Joe find Jake.
And there was no way he was leaving this school without him.
He glanced among the smaller crowd and pointed to a boy, "There!" he shouted at Joe. It had to be Jake. He needed it to be Jake, that way they could keep moving and get the heck out of here.
But just as Joe was rushing forward, scooping his brother up in his arms, another gunshot went off, and more screams. Zack looked up, then turned away. A kid, maybe a sixth-grader, was lying on the ground in a small puddle of blood that was growing bigger.
And her killers were standing over her. Two boys with sickeningly sweet smiles on their faces.
Maddie brushed a piece of hair away from her face and started to leave the hotel. She had a shift before school, since her classes didn't start until nine. She glanced at the TV towards the side of the lobby and froze mid-step.
It was reporting a shoot-out, at Boston Junior High. She looked around wildly, looking for someone who could give her confirmation that that wasn't—
"Mr. Moseby!" she shouted, spotting the man from across the lobby. Mr Moseby rushed over to her, shushing her along the way. "What school do Zack and Cody go to?" Maddie asked hurriedly.
Mr. Moseby sighed. "I think Boston Junior High. Why?" he asked suspiciously.
Maddie pointed wordlessly at the screen, watching Mr. Moseby's face drain of color. "Oh no," he murmured. "Oh, the poor boys." He looked at her, "Maddie, will you please tell their mother?"
Maddie nodded and rushed to the elevator, praying for Zack, Cody, and all the other kids that went to that damned school.
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