2nd floor

Timothy walked out of the bathroom to head back to his office. The bathroom on his floor was out of service so he had to use the one on the second floor. Behind him he could hear footsteps echoing in the hallway. He glanced over his right shoulder to see a young couple walking arm in arm down the hall. "That's odd," he thought. "No one works on this floor." He turned around to get a better look just in time to see the man pulling out a gun from underneath his trenchcoat. As the man cocked the rifle, Timothy decided he needed to get out of there. The stairs were too far away. There was an opening in the center of the building on every floor. This was the only way out for Timothy. Shots rang out all around him as Timothy jumped over the banister. "What is going on?" raced through his mind during the fall. As he crashed into the floor he felt his ankle snap. Pain shot through his leg and hands. With no time to think about the pain, Timothy rolled to the nearest office and pushed the door open. He crawled inside and asked the receptionist to call 911. Finally Timothy screamed out in agony.