Harambe was a lonely man, he had worked at a sad desk job that gave him minimum wage. Truly all he wanted was to because a New York Times Best selling author. He tried his hardest to get a connection, but there were too many obstacles in the way. Where he lived in Cincinnati, he felt he could never make it to the big apple. But one day, something happened. A tall mysterious woman in a long black trench coat entered through the sliding glass doors of his workplace. The woman held a long slender riffle in the trench coat , hoping for no one to see. Another worker saw a glimpse of the riffle, but he didn't say anything because he was triggered of his past involvement with a shooting. It was a truly off putting story, but he kept it to himself. The tall woman in the trench coat saw the man eyeing her gun and flicked it out and quickly shot him on the left side of his chest. He began to bleed out as the workplace turned into a raging chaos. People were hiding in their cubicles, praying for dear life. Others kept working on their assignments, unaware of the scene going on out of their headphones.
