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Trying to keep in the shadows, you run past the chaos raging around you. People you know, thought you knew, stabbing, stabbed, shooting, shot. Bricks are flying, fires light the sky, washing the carnage and destruction in a beautiful, flickering, orange glow. The blood is running through the streets, a river, a torrent, an ocean of red staining the asphalt. As you race the crowd, some part in the back of your mind is saying, "Is this what happens when there are no laws? Is this human nature? Is there something else going on? Why are people killing each other?" Out of the corner of your eye, you see something more horrifying than anything else you have witnessed or experienced since the news came. The smart kids from school. Utilizing their creativity, in the worst way. Rushing past before they can decide to turn their attention and ideas on you. You have to find someplace safe. Someplace where you can collect yourself. But, is there anywhere like that anymore? Even your parents, the people who had raised you in kindness and love your whole life, getting out the kitchen knives. Advancing towards you, cruel smiles on their face. No. You can't think about that right now. Stay focused. You can let the guilt, shock, and immense pain free when you get there. You have to get there.