An Ordinary Life and Death Day (2)

All the lights went out, but it was lucky that Jess was outside. Because it was the afternoon, the sun was out, which made nothing seem wrong even when there was no light. But for the people in the classroom, they were not so lucky. The people in the cafeteria probably didn't even notice it, including Jess.

But suddenly, a gunshot rang out. A loud, high-pitched scream was heard, and then it suddenly stopped. It was at this moment that everybody was silenced by fear. One moment everyone was chatting with friends, but the next, you can even hear a pin drop.

Jess knew that someone who was armed with firearms was in the school. It could be one person or a group. A few seconds of silence passed, and people started running away like crazy. Other people just sat at the table in a moment of shock. These were the people who got shot first.

Jess started to run with the other people and thought about what she should do right now. Fear was overwhelming her brain, and all she knew was that she didn't want to die. She was only in middle school and didn't even reach the prime of her life yet!

While she continued running, she heard gunshots and screams. Not wanting to see dying people, she forced herself not to look back.

She tried to calm herself and thought about the lockdown drills she had before.

If you're in the classroom, you should close all lights, use chairs to block the door, and sit out of sight from windows while in silence.

If you're outside, which she was now, you should find the nearest classroom and try to get in. If you can't because the people inside can't let you in at the moment, find the bathroom and try to hide in it.

Right now, she was outside, so she should try to go to the nearest classroom.

Running to the nearest classroom she saw, she pounded on the door hoping someone would open it. No movement inside was heard, and she continued on pounding. Fear could be seen on her face, and she really hoped someone would open the door.

Little trickles of sweat were running down her forehead, and she felt the gunshots were getting closer. She stopped pounding on the door and started running towards the bathroom.

She felt that no one would open the door even if she continued on pounding. Because the window shades were closed, no one would know who she was, and they probably thought she was the shooter. Even if they knew who she was, it was risky to take away the furniture and open the door just for her. There were people in the classroom the teachers needed to protect too.

Running towards the bathroom, she finally looked back and saw a body lying on the ground. It was Mary and a bullet was shot at her leg.

Mary looked at her while enduring the pain and begged her for help.

Jess never met a problem like this before. If she helped her, it would slow her down, and she might get shot, which would take her life. And if she didn't help her, she would live with guilt for the rest of her life.

Sadly, she didn't need to make a choice because it was this hesitation that made her life in danger. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone carrying a gun. She knew it was the shooter.

She looked around and only saw a trash can. Running towards it, she hid behind it and heard the sound of a gunshot. A ping was heard, and she felt that the bullet hit the trash can. Fear was pouring down on her, and she knew that there were only three choices she could make. It would determine her life or death.

She could choose to hide behind the trash can and hope the policemen would come as soon as possible, run away as fast as possible, and hope the bullets won't hit her or fight back.

All of them were not promising choices because they all depended on luck. And based on what was happening right now, her luck was not good.

In the end, she decided to fight back. When facing life and death, she wanted to take the initiative. All the choices she could make basically lead to death, so she wanted to die fighting back instead of hiding or running away. Her whole life was made with other people taking the initiative, so this time, she hoped to take it.

Her brain kept thinking this, and she got a boost of confidence. Even though the fear was still there, it was not as big as before. Being in this situation, she had to accept that she would die, which made her not fear death as much as before.

Getting up, she ran straight towards the shooter. Even though she would like to throw things at the shooter, she had nothing to throw, which meant she could only resort to this.

It was a good thing that this action surprised the shooter. Jess used this moment of shock to reach the shooter and slam straight at him. Because she didn't have a lot of strength, this didn't cause the shooter to fall to the ground. It did cause him to be in pain, though.

Jess used this moment of pain to try to take the gun out of the shooter's hands. Her strength wasn't enough, and the shooter was still gripping onto it.

The shooter lifted his head, stared at Jess with a malicious look, and pulled the trigger. Because Jess was gripping the gun and trying to pull the gun out, it caused her hand to be at the place where the bullet would come out of.

The moment the trigger was pulled, Jess jumped away in pain and screamed. She looked down and saw a hole in her hand. Blood was pouring out of it, and the pain was everywhere in her mind.

The shooter started to aim his gun at Jess, but at that moment, he suddenly fell down with a scream of pain. A bullet was shot at his head.

Jess fainted before she could see the benefactor who helped her.

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Waking up, the pain in her hand hit her. It was not as intense as before, though, so she could bear with it. Looking around, she found out that she was at the hospital.

It was at this moment that her parents came in crying. They talked about how she was so lucky the police came in time to save her. If they didn't, she would have died.

Looking at her crying parents, she realized the importance of life. This was her only life, so she shouldn't live through it scared. She should take the initiative to make friends and live life to the best of her abilities. Thinking of this, she smiled a smile, one that was filled with confidence.