Aftermath fic ch 1:
I was sitting in my dorm room. I had finished my dinner not too long ago. When I heard a vibrate from my phone. I picked it up when I saw the screen display ON CAMPUS: CODE RED ALERT ACTIVE SHOOTER LOCATION: CENTRAL CAMPUS
Then the smart Alec tone came across my voice and I sounded exactly like Kevin McAllsiter. When I said to my roommate "This is our house-we have to defend it." My roommate chuckled and said "ok, help me move this dresser to the door."
I had received training for an active shooter in school. I thought about the window and decided to do something smart. I taped the curtains to the window shut. Then put an extra blanket over the marbles that were by the window. Carefully, I stepped over it to cut and put string lights just above the window sill. But I had cut off the lights and the string was clear so you couldn't see it. The idea being should the Perpetrator break the window, he would hurt himself. For the door that leads from the dorm hall to my sepefic dorm I had put the string lights at the bottom, a few inches off of the ground and the dresser up against the door. My roommate and I hid in the bathroom, but before we did, I taped my phone on an angle in the ceiling and put it on FaceTime. While I FaceTimed my roommate. So we had her phone while we were hiding in the bathroom. It was like a camera so essentially we would know where the perpetrator was exactly; should he get passed our boobietraps. They were already hard to get passed, if not impossible. We had the other dresser against the bathroom wall and had stuff to counter just in case. I texted 911 on my roommates phone and said "Hi, my name is Sara Wilson. I am a student at HomeAlone university. I received the alert of the threat 5 minutes ago. My roommate Lilia Stitch and myself are currently in pelnope dorm hall room 100. I would like to let law enforcement know that as of right now, we are away from the threat, but should law enforcement need access to my dorm, we have set up multiple boobietraps in hopes of stopping the perpetrator."
Then I screenshotted and sent to my mom and my best friend-the one that would always say that my house is boobietrapped.
