Clock Out

Vera walks into an office building, shotgun in hand and mind set to one goal.
The only thing that could stop her was the judgement of the one person she respected. Now they're gone.
Twelve floors to the roof.

She's been waiting her whole life for this.

(Content Warning: This story depicts a mass shooting from the first-person perspective of the shooter. Contains graphic violence, death, and potentially disturbing psychological content. Not suitable for readers sensitive to depictions of gun violence or mass casualty events.

This is a work of fiction exploring the psychology of violence and moral failure. It does not glorify, endorse, or provide instruction for real-world violence. I don't want to write something just for shock value.)