Rebecca: she's walking pass you with a trey of dishes and glasses like all the servers. You don't know what happened, it was over to fast, you don't remember what happened just that it did as the tray clatter on the floor and the glass shatters spilling the contents of the the dishes, over your legs, the wide shocked doe eyes as she dropped down to the floor and the deafening sound of a gun. The crowd screaming and chaos erupting as the red fluid staining the white tiles to your feet.
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