this morning #2202.

this morning, the crackle of the intercom cut through the chaotic chatter. the voice that spoke to us wasn’t one that i’d ever heard before. it was deep. cold in a way that silenced the room & instantly gave me chills. this was not a drill. we should not be mistaken. if any of us chose to challenge the voice’s orders, the response would be swift. i scanned the room to gauge the mood. mostly confusion paired with fear. then there was bill. built like a tank. he sat silently in the back of the room, his face a simmering rage. when we started hearing noises out in the hallway, he got up. hid in position against the wall. just to the left of the door. before any of us could join him, the door opened & in walked two well-armed men. bill made his move. became the first one who got shot.