There was silence, for a good long time.  People didn't talk from what Kat could hear from her hiding place, she wasn't even sure if they breathed.  She herself had a hard time not holding her breath as she waited for the bomb to drop.  Soon though, people became complacent and assumed it was safe and she could hear them going back to their activities or discussing what had transpired.  She shook her head with desperate exasperation.  She wanted to go out and scream at them, tell them to hide again.  Did they HONESTLY think it was that easy?!  Kat wasn't so easily fooled, and she knew she couldn't leave the shelter of the wine closet.<br/><br/>And then it began.  The screams could be heard from the crowd, even before the gunshots, as if it was some sort of terror induced domino effect.  Kat bit her lip hard, wishing there were some way to drown them out.  The thunderous rattling of the automatic guns grew closer and louder, as did the blood curdling screams and cries for mercy.  A soft deeply saddened whimper resonated in the back of her throat as her mind flashed back to when her parents had been murdered and she could no longer hold back the few hot tears that were brimming in her eyes.  Every muscle in her body was tight, not frozen in fear, but ready to spring into action.  Even so, Kat felt completely and totally helpless.  There were innocent people being slaughtered, screaming for help, and there was nothing she could do about it to save them.  Her hand tightened over the gun as rage began to mix with despair.