Barnaby was the last employee to die, balls-out writing code in his 400-dollar headphones and a playlist heavy with the Dillinger Escape Plan and Don Caballero. He heard only deafening music right up to when the 7.62 round blasted his skull apart.
He was an afterthought, unlike Sheila at reception. God bless her, she tried to talk him down, reason with him.
She probably knew right away, maybe even suspected that she hadn’t seen the last of him when security escorted him out the day before.
The cameras captured his enraged face as he emptied the entire magazine into her body.
One of my favorites on here. Awesome work! I really love the references to DEP and DC. Music right up my alley. The story brings you in quickly and doesn’t let go, even when it ends. Would love to see this turned into a novel, if possible!
Yeah, I agree with Noah (above). You’ve packed a much longer story into a few words, and I’d like to see it developed into a longer tale.