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In the scrambling panic and confusion, I scurry back towards the bathroom,
the only place I know to go. Keeping low and close to the wall, I manage
to get through the door just before the gunfire starts. I hear screams
echoing through the corridors.
I quickly enter one of the stalls and climb up on the back of the toilet so my feet will not be visible. Seems childish, but I've seen it work in movies. Someone enters. I hold my breath. Sure enough, he makes only the most cursory examination of the room and then leaves again. Perhaps he was uncomfortable being in the ladies' room. My heart feels like it's going to pound out of my chest. Outside I hear the screams dying away. A voice is ordering the women back into line. There's another sound too. Something heavy and lifeless being dragged down the hall. Gingerly I step back down to the floor. I'm alone, but for how long? I look around the room. There's a small window high up on the wall. Could I get out that way? What would I find on the outside? On one of the sinks rests an innocent pair of scissors. Another idea creeps into my brain. The way I see it, I now have three options.
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