It was a cold Monday morning, frost on the Windows, the smell of coffee every morning. John was only fifteen and in high school, he was a fit person, fast learner and was skilled with martial arts by his father who passed away when he was thirteen. His father was a top rank in the military but soon died as he jumped in front of a bullet for his wife, johns mother. Johns mother was loving, caring, johns father was always by her side, protecting the family with everything. John soon wanted to be like him, he became a hard worker and began to take care for his mother and his sister.
John wakes to his alarm, gets ready and rides the bus to school. But Something strange was going on, police officers were everywhere and cop cars would rush past everyone. All the kids in the bus were yelling and screaming but John was just sitting down quietly. As they arrived the people were told to enter the building quickly. All in confusion it got quiet, really quiet. No one talked, or whispered. Complete silence from the whole building. From a distance they heard yelling, threats, lethal threats, the interesting thing was, they spoke English. Almost sounded American...
Soon gun shots were heard, John was at ease, cautious to every step he took in the hallways. He had split up from his group, heading toward the front office he saw swat teams with their guns raised. "All unidentified personal are considered hostile". John immediately runs for the exit but the team spotted him and fired at him, John scared shitless, ran into a man with a Kevlar vest and knocked him down. Out of instinct, John repeatedly punched the man until he was out. He grabbed his rifle and continued to find an exit.
John soon was found in a room, full of people who were hiding. John asked them If they know what's going on but no answer came out from the group as they looked terrified... John looked back and saw a man with a pistol to his head.
To be continued...
