The crowd was in such a state of shock that many missed the swarm of SWAT team members moving into the building. They scaled the three flights of stairs only to come face to face with eight girls, two supporting a teenage boy whose leg looked worse than some car accident victims. The piece of glass was still stuck there, and they all held up their hands at the sight of their guns.
They looked mortified and shaken at even the sight of them "Weapons down" ordered the head SWAT person, all the guns shifting downward and unengaged. "The second shot…" the leader asked.
"They're both dead" a blonde answered from the end of the hall. She was taking much of the weight of the young man she was supporting. "Please…" her voice cracked "…help us".
Author Note:
We find strength in the times in which we feel we can give no more...
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