(Content Warning: Severe gun violence ahead.) 2:03, the college campus was buzzing with activity. Students chatted in the courtyard while others scuttled off to class, some just in their own world. But things seemed so surreal as that man in a dark hood and mask stepped onto campus. Loud sounds that rang through the once peaceful air told students exactly what was happening. So many mass shooting had been happening, yet nobody ever thought that it could happen to them. It became apparent that there wasn't just one masked man shooting people, innocent people, but three. Many students hadn't made it into the building before they fell; ten already lay on the ground outside either injured or dead. Professor Carris had just barely managed to wrestle the gun out of one shooter's hands, hitting him in the face with the butt of the assault rifle. But that was all he managed as a bullet tore through his chest. He didn't know how many other students or faculty had been hurt or killed, but all he remembered as he lost consciousness was the sound of SWAT showing up and many, many sirens. Bruno's eyes shot open, sitting up in his bed and gasping. He clutched his chest; it was healing. Scar tissue had covered the wound by now; it had been a year since the shooting. Nearly thirty people that day died and ten more injured; five of them his former coworkers. Images played in his mind of that day; that terrible, terrible day. His wife Ashley still slept beside him, unaware of his sudden outburst. Their marriage had suffered since the shooting. It hadn't been doing well before then either but this kind of cemented their issues with one another. He slid out of bed and headed into the shower, avoiding the mirror as usual. He didn't mind the scar, he minded the memories that went with it. He took a shower and slipped on some blue jeans, pulling on a grey shirt. Today was the first day of the support group Ashley had signed him up for. Heading out, he made his way to the car. A couple of his neighbors waved at him but he never waved back; he wasn't the friendly man he'd once been before the shooting. It was said that the shooters were racially motivated; most of the students killed were transfer students from other countries. Some say that it was just done at random, but no matter what the reason it had been a tragic loss. Bruno still worked for the college, he was on medical leave until he was ready to return. It would be hard not seeing some of the people he once knew there. Cheryl, the history professor, had barricaded the doors of her classroom when the gunmen came into the building. She was shot when she tried to stop them as they shot through the glass. Amy, one of his students had been out in the courtyard and was one of the first to die. A long list of people just made him weep in the car as he remembered them. He finally drove off, heading for the group.