<blockquote><div><cite>Malicar wrote:</cite>Sammy was not sure what was going on.  A shocked look was across her face as she heard gun shoot and screaming.   Turning around she heard someone pointing what looked to be a gun at them. Surely that was not possible; the school had to have better scanners than that.  Standing up or starting too, she felt herself get knocked to the ground behind the table that had just been behind her. <br/><br/>Nothing was making sense to her.  This was a school, a place of learning and of tolerance. Why would they do this? How could they do this? Ceramic rounds she heard the odd feral mutter. Donta, she thought it was. That made sense, and then the guns must have been a plastic compound.  Shaking her head she banished the thought know it was worthless now.  Most of her mind did not actually believe this was happening, some holographic drill or something it had to be.  Even when the smell of gun powder and blood reached her nose, she did not want to believe. <br/><br/>â€œFollow meâ€ the command came, and she listened blindly still not thinking. Crawling behind the metal table as the person she did not know carried the table away.  Crawling behind the table a little too slow, her leg got scratched by a ceramic fragment.  Feeling the pain and the blood, a sudden wave of fear passed though her as her illusion came crashing down. A whimper of fear and some tears escaped her eyes as the reality became to clear. <br/><br/>Getting out the door, she ran with the others. Worry over her experiment passed briefly her mind but she banished it as she followed.  Where were the police she wondered gaining some self control back but not too much.  They were going to the court yard, that much be where the police where, and safety.  Sammy bumped into the feral that had probably saved her life before noticing why he paused. <br/><br/>Her eyes drifted over the large mech that was now pointing a gun at them. This was not the police. She knew that much.  Her lip began to quiver slightly and she felt her knees start to give out. I donâ€™t want to die. I donâ€™t want to die was the thought that kept passing through her mind as she stared at the big gun. She barely noticed the clock turning into some person speaking. the  only words she heard were feral and shot.  Whimpering again it was all she could do to keep from dropping to her knees and crying.</div></blockquote>