I can't quite describe what I'm feeling.
My thoughts are incoherent at best.
Im trying to keep these strange trail mix of emotions bottled in my chest but the more i think about them the more queazy and mad I become.
I was scheduled to take my lunch today at 9:30.
but at 9:20, someone else decided to murder a tsa agent in cold blood and injure a few more.
at first it sounded like someone's tire exploded. I quickly realized that this wasn't the case when the 2nd and 3rd shots, quick in succession, made their murderous claps across the terminal.
the lobby was busy and when the shots rang, chaos swept across the floor.
some people dropped, others ran, I crawled.
the shots continued to ring. the terrifying part about it was that you didn't know from where.
as the shots continued, my body kept stiffening as if I were being pumped with liters of embalming fluid. 30 yards away I began to crawl to our break room.
people were screaming and yelling. next to me I saw my coworker marlowe. we looked at each other not knowing if we would make it to the door. we finally made it inside the office.
a few more shots rang and then it stopped.
a few hours later, after the shooter was taken down, we were all reunited at tom bradley international airport. glad to report that nobody from our staff was hurt!
