They shot six of us between eight and nine. First, they shot the security guard, second Ernest of human resources.
They piled the bodies in front of the door, making it impossible to attempt an escape.
My shoes, wet with blood, made a path when they dragged me down to the vault.
They pointed their cold guns at my temple, yet I didn't remember the last three numbers of the code.
One of them shouted, "The cops are coming." Was it 391 or 319? I got it, I remembered.
I moved lock 3 left...