>It was a dark day
>A bleak one
>Naser just got shot by his sister.
>And his girlfriend was dead
>People were running away as she shot indiscriminately at the panicked crowd of students trying to run away, managing to hit some.
>His first thought
>Why?
>Why was this happening?
>Was this a bad dream he though? would he wake up soon?
>As much Naser wanted to think this was some awful dream caused by stress, the flare of pain aching in his chest reminded him that this was in fact real and not a dream.
>He winces in pain on the ground as he holds his wound.
>The school feel silent and he layed still as his sister walked past and up the stairs to the roof.
>he's starting to get tired, he can't keep this up much long.
>then he hears some footsteps.
>He looks down the hallway and see Anon who is clearly distressed by the sight of the blood massacre that Naser is laying in the middle of.
>Naser automatically knows why he's here.
>Naser musters up the strength to point where his sister had gone prior.
>He rushes past leaving Naser again with his thoughts.
>He knew he had low chances of surviving and accepted that.
>so he layed there, his eyes growing heavy until...
>"CLEAR! MOVE UP!"
>Down the hallway was a SWAT team.
>They moved quickly through the hallway and checked every corpse.
>"Black tag!"
>An officer announced as he was checking the bodies.
>Naser decided that it was his chance to survive and maybe to see another day.
>He mustered up all the courage and lifted up his arm as high as he could
>A officer spotted him
>"WE'VE GOT A LIVE ONE HERE"
>Immediately he was swarmed by officers giving him medical attention
>One officer kneeled down beside Naser with a medical bag
>"Alright kid your gonna be just fine I just gotta patch this up and you'll be fine."
>The officer patches up Naser but as he does
>*BANG!*
>The time give there full attention to the stairwell to the roof, where the shot came from.
>"SHOTS FIRED, SHOTS FIRED!"