Lockdown
2:51pm
Company.
"Kurt, man, what's up!!" a male voice whooped. The doors swung open. In sauntered in his guy. I barely got a look at his bleach blonde hair as he walked over to Kurt and slapped him on the back. He was grinning but it wasn't a funny or friendly grin. By that grin I knew we were in trouble.
Three more people came in. They all had guns. Guns on straps on their chests and in their hands like they used guns all the time.
The bleach blonde hair guy looked at me.
His smile disappeared.
"Well, what do we have here, Larson?" he asked, adding two playful thumps to Kurt (Larson - last name, I presume), who just stared at his shoes. He left Kurt and walked towards me, eyeing me up and down. His gaze stopped at my shoulder. When he stood a foot in front of me, I got a better look at him. Shiny white teeth, the one that dentist's ate, golden smooth skin and pale blue eyes. He reminded me of a Nazi. A young, 20 something year-old Nazi.
He reached out and whacked my shoulder. I gritted my teeth together, willing myself not to cry. "Looks like a survivor!" he whooped. The three people behind him and Kurt let out some cheers. His breath smelled like gum. Mint gum.
He looked behind me at the bodies and then turned around, walking back to the other three people. One was a girl, the other two were guys.
The bleach blonde guy looked over at the shattered window. "Looks like you had some fun here, fellas!" he said and nudged the girl, who punched him in the arm. He laughed and then looked back at me.
As he breezed out the door, he growled, "Shoot her, Maurice."
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Lockdown
Mystery / ThrillerIt's a normal day at East Delavan High. As normal as any typical story. Classes drone on, pencils scribble against paper and no one can expect what happens next. First, the intercom. Then, the gunshot. Robin Wayne is a sole survivor, trying to esc...
