As I looked down onto the dance floor, the shooters were goading everyone into a circle. There were about 50 of them in total, way too many for me to take on my own. I then remembered the trap door, I removed my boots so I could be light on my feet quickly, and silently making my way over the scattered dismembered victims towards the hidden trap door.
Once at the back of the room I gently peeled back the rug revealing the oak trap door, my salvation. Before I had time to think I began to hear foreign footsteps coming up the metal staircase, I yanked the door open and climbed down the ladder shutting the door above me praying that the rug had concealed the entrance.
I made my way down the metal ladder, and came to a vent system that hovered over the dance floor. I began to crawl through
