Lockdown
A trooper stomped his way to an academic door that was rattling itself to be opened. His heavy boots resounded against the cold hard tiles leaving indelible imprints on the floor as a result of hours of patrolling—out in the wet streets which met the slight drizzle and in the bright golden litted hallways.
The sound of this trooper's steps intermingled with that of his comrades that were positioned at different locations of the institution. The deep thumps of their boots on each floor of the main building conveyed a sense of discipline and purpose as every academic could hear them from behind their doors.
With a stark face, the trooper adjusted his raeger rifle in his arms and shoulders as he approached the unlocking door.
The door swung open inwardly and out stepped an academic—dark skinned, braided hair and dressed in red. Abby looked up at the towering man once she found herself in the hallway.