Avery POV
As we walk cautiously, passing each room and each corner to the other building across the auditorium, our hearts seem to stop.
It's so difficult taking another steps when there's alot of terrorists scattered in the area. Me and Ali were almost shot when one of them saw us running.
From this place where we currently hiding, I see many students crying and screaming. The terror in their voice even we're a bit far from them made me sweat in cold. Their heads were on the ground while those crackheads aiming their riffles at them.
I even heard gunfires from the other side of the building.
Why of all places they chose this school. What's the point of them doing this? Most importantly, Why do they have my picture? There's something off with the situation. I need to find out! I have
