You Better Run, Better Run, Outrun My Gun
I say, “Alright, so we obviously can’t get out through the front gym exit or the back.”
Axel asks, “What about through the locker rooms? Aren’t there exits there?”
Patricia asks, “Wouldn’t they have those covered?”
I shake my head, “They might’ve if they had four people here, but they only have two since they moved the juniors. If we’re sneaky enough and can slip one at a time into the girl’s locker rooms we can get out through there.”
Turner nods, “It’s worth a try.”
Lace says, “Turner, you should go in first and check quickly to see if there’s somebody outside of that exit. If there isn’t then knock on the door to let us know.”
He nods, “Alright, I’ll go in there and check. Make sure we slip out one at a time.”
I nod and we all stand up and slowly make our way over to by the locker rooms within twenty minutes, talking to people along the way. We don’t want to seem suspicious or draw attention to ourselves.
We eventually make it to right next to the girls locker room. Turner slyly checks to see if the door is unlocked, which is it. He smirks and then quickly slips out without anyone noticing.
I reach for Axel’s hand and grip it tightly. He squeezes back and whispers, “It gonna be okay, M.”
I nod quickly, not really meaning it… I don’t really think it’s all going to be okay. I honestly think we’re fucked… I’m going to die today.
I whisper to myself, “Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.”
I then hear a soft knock on the door. We have a way out! It takes everything in me not to smile and jump up and down in excitement, but I can’t draw attention to us.
Patricia says, “Alright, I’m gonna go in.”
She looks around quickly and then slips into the locker room. The three of us huddle away from the door, trying to not look suspicious.
A minute later I say, “Lace, you go.”
Lace nods and then quickly makes her way to the door and slips in. Now is the big decision: Who is going to wait outside by themself?
Axel volunteers, “You go in.”
I take a deep breath and nod. I say to him quickly, “I’m sorry you had to watch that.”
He shakes his head, “I’m sorry I just watched it too, I should have done something.”
I reply, “You couldn’t have.”
He frowns a bit and urges, “Go, before they notice we’re leaving.”
I nod and quickly walk to the door. I open it slightly and squeeze myself through, trying to make as little of movements as I can and as quickly as I can so I don’t draw attention. The door closes and I let out a huge sigh of relief.
I look to the rest of the group leaning against lockers, staring at the walls.
Lace whispers, “It was just a normal day… We changed in these locker rooms like any other day with no idea of what was about to happen.”
I take her hands in mine, “We can get through this, but we have to keep our minds sharp and focusing on how fucked up all this is is only going to cloud our judgment. We need to solve every problem as we go.”
Just then Axel slips in and joins our huddle, “Alright, what’s the plan?”
I ask, “Lunch room or basement first?”
Turner says, “The basement is closer and they won’t have any people there since there aren’t any exits. We can get the bats and any other weapons we find down there and use them to get into the lunchroom.”
Axel adds, “Then once we take the lunchroom guards out we grab knives from there and head to the main office to turn the wifi back on.”
Patricia asks, “Why don’t we just get outside once we’re in the lunchroom? There’s an exit there.”
I answer, “We have to call the police. All five of us take the bus, it’d take forever to walk to the police station or something. Plus, we don’t know if they have people outside, we’d be shot if we walked out there. We need to turn the wifi on so one of us can make a call, then we just sit tight.”
Lace asks, “What’re the police gonna do? Charge in during a hostage situation?”
Axel takes a deep breath, “The police will be able to handle it, once they’re here then they won’t be able to kill anyone because they’ll know if they do the police will come charging in.”
I nod, “Axel is right, if someone is harmed they will come in guns blazing.”
Turner juts, “People have already been harmed! The whole faculty is dead! Countless of dead students are probably in the hallways just lying there.”
Lace says, “One step at a time. We need to call them, that’s how they’ll get here the fastest.”
Patricia sighs, “You’re right.”
I nod and say, “Alright, to the basement.”
Turner walks to the exit that leads to the back hallway connecting to the stairs that lead to the basement. There aren’t any exits nearby and as long as they haven’t noticed we’re gone yet we should be fine getting in there. It’s the charging the lunchroom I’m worried about.
Kids with baseball bats versus kids with guns? I’m pretty sure the guns win, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there, I guess.
Turner says, “Okay, Patricia and I will go first and get there and if nothing goes wrong from what you can hear then the rest of you follow.”
Axel nods, “Alright, we’ll be there in five minutes. Be careful.”
Patricia and Turner take each other’s hands and open the door slightly, peeking out to make sure the coast was clear. Turner hides Patricia behind him, protectively standing in front of her, as they depart. The door closes and I feel my nerves start to rise, fearing for my friends’ lives.
Axel wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into his chest for a hug. He kisses the top of my head, trying to comfort me. I pull away from him and walk over to my best friend. I hug her and say, “Lace, I just want you to know how much I love you.”
Lace nods and says, “I love you too, girl. We’ll get out of this.”
She fakes a big smile and says, “We’ll be alright, I believe that.”
I nod and she asks, obviously trying to change the subject in an effort to make both of us feel better, so I play along, “So… The truth is out. You and Axel both like each other.”
Axel chuckles, obviously also wanting in on this moment of ignorance. This one moment we’re granting ourselves to forget we’re being hunted. A moment to hold on to normalcy and pretend this is just a normal day in order to keep our sanity.
I nod, “Yeah… I guess the truth did come out.”
Axel asks, “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
I ask with a smirk, “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
He shrugs, “I guess… I guess I was scared.”
I chuckle, “The fear of telling you how I feel seems so stupid and trivial now compared this fucking fear.”
Axel urges, “Margaery, we’re not going to get through this if we think negatively. We have to stay positive and keep the urge to fight. We’re gonna get through this, all of us.”
I ask, “Should we go now?”
Lace nods, “Sounds like everything went okay.”
We approach the door and Axel takes the lead, quickly poking his head out to check to see if the coast is clear.
He then slides out of the locker room, holding it open for us as we slip out, following suit.
We quickly sneak over towards the stairs to the basement, my heart racing a million miles per second. We make it to the stairs and I immediately feel the biggest weight lifted off of me.
We sneak down the stairs and find the equipment storage room where we see Turner and Patricia waiting for us.
We open the door, thanking God that the gym teachers unlocked it before this whole shit storm started. We search for the baseball bats and each one of us take a metal bat, capable of doing some damage.
Axel asks, “What do we do now? We can’t charge a bunch of armed people with bats!”
Patricia suggests, “We need a distraction.”
I grab a baseball, an idea coming to mind, “I have an idea.”
Axel nods, “We’d love to hear it.”
I elaborate, “We could throw the baseball at the trophy cases, breaking the glass, drawing at least one or two of the guards to check it out. They’ll be facing away from us and then we sneak up behind them and take them out. We then take their guns and get to the lunch room to grab the knives.”
Turner asks, “Why would we even need to go to the lunchroom if we have the guns?”
Lace says, “Because they might only have two guns so the other three people need weapons that are better than a bat.”
Turner nods, “Alright, how many people do you think there’s gonna be?”
I say, “Alright, well, he said there were six people on each floor and then them two, so that’s twenty in all. There’s four in the fieldhouse with the underclassmen, two in the auditorium, and two in the gym. That means there’s only twelve people in the hallways and maybe some outside.”
Lace says, “There are a lot of exits on the second floor so they probably split them up.”
I ask, “How many exits are down here?”
Axel answers, “There’s three exits here. The main entrance, the back entrance, and the one through the lunchroom.”
I add, “Then on the second floor there are two exits. The one by the main office and then the one for the faculty parking lot.”
Patricia says, “So that means there’s probably two people per exit down here and three people per exit up on the second floor.”
I nod, “Alright, so let’s do this.”
We grab our bats and Turner grabs the baseball as well as we walk upstairs. There are two staircases that lead to the basement, one from the back and the other is right by the gym.
Wait! Holy shit!
I grab everyone and say, “Shit! The trophy cases are right by the main entrance! The lunch room will hear it and so will the people at the main entrance. What’re we gonna do? We can’t handle four at the same time!”
Axel says, “We need those knives.”
I run my fingers through my hair, “Fuck!”
Axel suggests, “What if we… We can take the staircase right next to here and quietly go up to the third floor then sneak across to the staircase that goes to right by the lunchroom?”
Lace asks, “Then what? Just walk out and get shot?”
Turner says, “No, we throw the baseball at the locker and then sneak up behind them.”
I grip the handle of my bat, shaking at the thought of smashing their skulls in. For whatever reason I feel like I really really want to kill someone. I want to watch their blood spill like the blood they’ve spilled.
Anger boils up in me as I think of the sexual assault I just endured and I’ve never felt this kind of fire in my hands and in my heart. It’s time for some fucking revenge.
We quickly sneak to the staircase and tiptoe up to the third floor and once we make it up there I almost want to be sick… The floor is littered with bodies of faculty and students.
We walk over the bodies and I stare at the white, limp body of my math teacher…
Then I see a small freshman boy… So young, so innocent. Why would they kill these people? They never did anything to them!
My jaw clenches and my lip curls, I grip my bat even tighter. It feels like fire is pouring out of my fingertips and I’m shaking with anger.
I look up, a hardened look on my face, and walk to the staircase using the freed souls of the dead people as strength and motive to do what I’m about to do.
We walk down the stairs and stay behind the walls as cover.
I whisper, “Turner, roll the ball and make a small noise. Then Axel and I will kill them.”
Axel nods, agreeing with this plan, and then Turner rolls the baseball on a diagonal so it’s a little in front of us.
Just as we thought, two juniors with pistols walk towards the noise cautiously. Once they’re a safe enough distance in front Axel and I quickly sneak up behind them. I go on the right, Axel on the left. I swing my bat just as Axel does, delivering a blow to my guy’s skull.
His skull cracks open, blood and brain spilling out of it. Both of them fall to the ground, Axel’s hit also fatal.
I stand over my guy, and even though I know he’s dead, I continue to beat his body with the bat. His blood flying up onto my face and clothes, coating me in this terrible boy’s blood. Tears flow down my cheeks and I release all my anger on his corpse.
Anger boils through my entire body, slowly starting to consume my old self. I need to be a new person if I’m going to survive this and the sight of this boy’s body being slowly destroyed by me is in a weird way rewarding.
Axel then grabs me and says, “Hey! Hey! Hey! He’s dead! C’mon, you’re okay. You got him.”
I take a deep breath and stare at his mangled body. I bend down, setting the bat down, and grab his gun from his hand. I find a silencer in his pocket and screw it onto the gun, thanking my father for giving me lessons on self defense and how to shoot a gun.
Axel takes the gun from the boy he killed and screwing a silencer on too.
We walk to the lunchroom and go to the kitchen area, finding a shit load of knives.
Lace, Turner, and Patricia both grab two knives and then Axel and I only take one.
I only grabbed a paring knife while the rest grabbed bigger ones, but I just wanted one I could use to quickly stab somebody in the neck.
We walk out and hear footsteps, probably from the people from the main entrance. Without thinking I point and shoot at the first guy, hitting him square through the throat. Axel then shoots the other guy in his hand, causing him to drop his gun. He cries in pain and then charges at Axel who panics and starts shooting, but doesn’t hit.
I’m not used to moving targets, so when I try to shoot him I miss and by the time I’ve aimed for another shot he’s already tackling Axel.
Lace, Turner, and Patricia are paralyzed from fear, sinking in the corner like children watching a scary movie.
I aim my gun at the guys head and pull the trigger, but the fucking gun doesn’t go off!
Shit! It’s out of ammo!
I shake my head in frustration as my best friend is being choked! Within a split second I stand behind the guy and slit his throat, his blood spilling onto Axel. Almost as if it were an instinct, like this killer has always been inside of me.
The boy grabs his neck, trying to stop the bleeding. He falls onto his back and stares at me, panic in his eyes. I straddle his waist, and then stab my knife through his heart and twist, but nothing comes out of him since I’ve cut open his trachea. I push the knife in further, my lips curling as I do so.
I watch the life slip out of the murderer’s eyes and whisper, “Fuck you, bitch.”
I pull my knife out, stand up, and wipe the blood off of my knife using my shirt.
Do I feel guilt? No. Something about watching his fear and panic made me feel good, like I just gained vengeance for a bunch of dead people in the hallways. Something about watching him struggle and then the life exit his eyes makes me feel good in a sick, twisted way. But I’m not guilty about it.
I help Axel up, who is still catching his breath, and say a bit impaciently, “We have to get up to the main office now and get the fucking wifi back on.”
They all nod, still paralyzed from shock, and I nod and before we leave I grab the guns off of the people I just took out. I check to see that they’re fully loaded and take their extra ammunition from them as well.
It’s time to save some fucking lives.