The corridor was bathed in a haunting crimson glow, punctuated by urgent, rhythmic beeping. Panic-stricken people rushed toward safety, the fear evident in their wide eyes. As they made their desperate escape, one individual lost their footing, stumbling to the ground. Almost instantly, a bullet found its mark, piercing their back, sealing their fate.
The overhead sirens blared a chilling warning, its automated voice droning on, "We are being attacked, I repeat, we are being attacked." The sinister harmony of gunshots and echoing screams filled the air, providing a grim soundtrack to the unfolding chaos. But as quickly as the screams began, they were silenced, hinting at the unfortunate fate of those trapped in the onslaught.