Shots Fired - Oh So Tired
I'm in the station when I hear the first shot
I run outside to the parking lot
Willis and Ferris are on the ground
Faces down
Blood pooling around
Blood rushes to my head
Are they alive or dead?
I begin to move towards them when another shot rings out
I feel something sharp hit me then I too am knocked out
I wake up in a strange room filled with wounded men
I count them and spot Willis and Ferris is beds 9 and 10
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