After research, including sitting down with a survivor of Columbine, this story happened. Confusion reigns as people are fleeing a school. A young man is in the backseat of a squad car trying to figure it out. You're invited to read this first installment. This story isn't published and only available here. So much for the 'nothing is free in life' saying. Leave a comment if you feel so inclined. Tomorrow another piece of this story will be posted so help me God.
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Shooter
“Damn. Never seen
you guys coming,” McShuster said.
He tried to twist
his torso but couldn’t. The pain knocked the wind out of him. He’d been what
one of the cops called “planted” on the sidewalk, and his ears were ringing
from the gun blast. He wiggled his fingers handcuffed behind him. They hurt. He
imagined they were probably turning purple. His side was numb. “Not sure here.
I mean, who’s counting, but I feel like the entire cop nation landed on me out
there. Way I got it figured everything worked out good. Could’ve been a whole
lot worse, right?”
Officer Tracy was
in the driver’s seat. “Did you hear me read you your Miranda Warning? If so, I
suggest you remain silent.” She slid her hand down to check the strap on her
Glock. “What is this world coming to?” She checked the strap again. A lot of
officers develop nervous habits; checking her firearm was hers.
He looked out the
window at all kinds of people running to and from the school. It was mayhem.
Some were screaming. “Can you do something about my hands? They hurt. I won’t escape
on ya. I’ll answer
whatever you ask. Just loosen up my cuffs, please. I mean … Why I gotta have
these things on in the first place?”
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