I've seen a lot of really disturbing stuff throughout my life, but nothing from my past experiences could have stopped my hands from shaking so hard right now.

I don't know what is going on at this school in that God-forsaken room.

I was never the type of guy who got excited for assignments, whether it be hostages,

bomb threats, shooters, the adrenaline rush only lasts for so long.

The fear kicks in quickly after, only got one life after all.

The worst cases are the ones with kids involved. I have a niece who's

innocent and carefree beyond comprehension. My skin crawls thinking about her being exposed to those

kinds of situations.

Safe to say, I wasn't looking forward to whatever task lay ahead of us when we were called

in.

When we arrived, there were already six or seven police vehicles parked outside, with a massive crowd

of evacuated students standing outside.

A lot of them looked a combination of utterly shocked and terrified, like they'd just been chased through a cemetery by a

machete-wielding demon.

As we entered the building, we were getting caught up to date by one of the police officers,

but he was hardly any help.

We don't know what to do.

They're in room two or three, but we can't go in there.

Can't go in there. What do you mean?

Dex, our unit leader, asked him.

He stumbled out a mostly incoherent response, skin pale and eyes wide as he did so.

From his expression, you'd assume that he'd been to hell, or something of a comparable nature.

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