World Event 2. Feel free to investigate.

Gail Iris had to get out of there.
She couldn't stop herself from shaking as she ran to her car. She taught there at the high school for two years but seeing the students talk like that, she knew.

She could see past their ruse.

"When they beg and ask us why we're doing this, we'll just say, "Evil."

They had to be planning something.

Gail did believe for one moment their excuse of "working on a rhetoric project based on George Orwell's "1984" and human cruelty."

She had spoken to the school resource officer twice and he still had not done anything.

She felt her palms sweating as she sat in the car outside in the California heat.

There had been enough mass shootings.

She knew one was coming.

Her friends and family of course told her she had an irrational fear of mass casualty incidents, and that she had been trained how to deal with one just in case something would happen.

It was coming and she knew it.

She planned on quitting tomorrow.

She grabbed a blue energy drink from her lunch bag in the passenger seat.

She opened the bottle and began to drink quickly.

After finishing her drink, she could only place her hands on the steering well and wonder about her plans for the future.

As she lifted her head up she saw something.

It was standing in front of the bricks of the school building in broad daylight.

It looked like a man.

It looked like an insect.

Its head was the head of a moth.

She locked eyes with it for a few seconds.

The piercing red glare was even visible in daylight.

Within seconds it was gone.

She still felt the presence of sorts.

Looking out the driver side window she saw a man in a black suit approaching.

Who would wear black suit in this heat?

California was becoming hot all year long.

The man in the black suit was coming towards her.

She felt a sense of panic as she looked at him.

She was not fearful of what he might do to her, but was rather fearful of what she was about to do.

Gail Iris opened the passenger side glove box and retrieved the 22 caliber pistol.

A revolver.

It wasn't very powerful but it would do the job.

Gail surgically pulled the hammer back.

She placed the first two shots in her legs and kneecaps.

She winced at the pain.

As she pulled the hammer back again she would place two shots in her hands.

She could feel the coppery liquid coming from her palms.

She knew she was bleeding to death slowly.

From her hands and from her legs.

She knew this day was coming.

She had feared it.

What she had been wary of was the thing that was taking her life.

She tried to make sense of it as she counted the final two bullets in the cylinder.

Pulling the hammer back she placed one shot in her stomach.

The pain was excruciating.

She had one left.

She knew she was losing consciousness due to loss of blood.

She knew this would happen.

The school resource officer should have listened to her.

She began to feel a cold chill throughout her extremities as her vision darkened.

Gail Iris, with what strength she had left, put the revolver to the side of her neck and fired.