Pools of disgusting thick blood soaked the old beige carpet and bullet shell casings and fragments littered the place. It was impossible not to step in it, the c*****e was everywhere. In another rush of panic and adrenaline I ran out the shattered library doors with a herd of other students but I freaked out once I heard the gunshots coming my way again. I didn’t know where I was going, I was disoriented and afraid and the hallways all looked the same. I tried to search for some sort of indicator that I was heading in he right direction but there were people running in every direction and bodies . I got knocked down by something or someone and fell on the floor flat on my face. I didn’t know if I had been shot, I didn’t feel any pain but I felt something warm on my body.
It was a pool of
