Harem in a zombie apocalypse

[5] Broken glass

The sound of the gunshots echoed through the now-silent dorms. It was a chilling, visceral sound that instantly set my heart pounding. But unlike a typical school shooting, these shots weren't accompanied by the screaming and pandemonium you'd expect. Instead, there was a dreadful silence that followed.

James and I exchanged a glance, both our faces pale. Gunshots on a college campus were terrifying enough. But gunshots on a campus locked down by military forces? That was a whole new level of dread.

"What the hell was that?" James whispered, his eyes wide with fear.

"Gunshots," I confirmed, my throat dry. "But it sounded... different."

"How so?"

"It sounded... controlled. Like a firing squad or something." I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the chilling thought.

"This is getting worse by the minute," James muttered, pacing the room nervously.

As the echoes of the gunshots faded away, we were left with a sense of rising dread. The situation was spiraling out of control, and there was nothing we could do but sit and wait, trapped in our dorm.

In an attempt to distract ourselves from the grim reality outside, we continued packing. I stuffed my backpack with whatever I thought could be of use – a flashlight, some bottles of water, a first aid kit, some granola bars, my Swiss army knife, and of course, my trusty laptop. Who knew when we'd have the chance to return to our rooms, if at all?

While I was packing, I couldn't help but think about the drastic turn of events. I had come to this university with dreams and aspirations, eager to start my life as an adult. But here I was, packing a bag as if I was preparing for an apocalypse. The irony was not lost on me.

After a while, James and I fell into a sort of rhythm. The silence was filled with the rustling of bags and the occasional clink of metal. It was almost peaceful, in a strange, surreal way.

But every so often, our thoughts would circle back to the gunshots, the locked gates, the soldiers. We'd exchange nervous glances, the unspoken fear heavy in the air.

At one point, James broke the silence. "What if... what if those gunshots were..."

"Don't," I cut him off, not wanting to entertain the horrifying thought. "Just... don't."

James nodded, understanding my unspoken plea. We fell back into silence, each lost in our thoughts.

The day had started off as any other – mundane, routine, predictable. Now, we were sitting in our dimly lit dorm, on the edge of our seats, every sound sending a jolt of fear through our bodies.

The sun began to set, casting long shadows across our room. The university was eerily silent, as if holding its breath in anticipation. We knew we had to get out, to find out what was going on. But we had no idea of the terrifying truth that awaited us. It was as if we were on the edge of a precipice, about to leap into the unknown. And for the moment, all we could do was prepare ourselves for what was to come.

That's when we heard the sound of the shattering glass.

Q: What would you do in this situation?