Georgia
The second group of knighted horses galloped towards a community on the west side of campus. They were moving so fast that onlookers barely got a look at them. They avoided the roads and cut behind several homes, smashing gardens, fences and hedges.
On cue, one of the horses peeled off from the pack and trotted straight to a one-story building; the other three horses continued on. The horse stopped on the side of the building and the knight climbed off, pulled out a gun, and walked into the building through the front door.
Two teenage boys walking up to the building of the Student Islamic Faith Center were about to enter through a side entrance when they heard rapid popping sounds.
Issam, who was from Lebanon, instantly recognized automatic weapons fire when he heard it. Instinctively, he pulled his friend back away from the door.
The slightly obese Hazim relented, allowing his friend to pull him back. “What was that?”
Issam knelt down to the side of the door. “That was shooting. I remember Israeli soldiers would sometimes carry smaller machine guns that sounded like that.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, that was a machine gun,” Issam said, opening the glass door.
“I don’t hear anything now.”
“Shhh,” Issam whispered, stepping through the entrance.
Quietly, they walked down the hallway towards the main auditorium. As they continued, Issam stopped and whispered, “Don’t breathe so damn loud.”
Hazim nodded, following behind. They were nearing an intersection of the hallways when something large rounded the corner.
Issam’s eyes widened at the image of a giant knight, all decked out exactly like he had seen in pictures, was coming directly at him. The metal helmet had thin slits for the eyes and he saw that the huge right hand held a machine gun. Issam stopped in his tracks and reached out his arm, pushing Hazim against the wall. The knight was very tall and twice as wide and as he approached, Issam knew that he was going to die now. He turned his head to look at Hazim, who was turning purple, because he was holding his breath.
The knight walked right past them, not even turning his head to look at them. As he passed by, Hazim let out his breath and passed out, hitting the floor. Issam watched his friend go down, then watched the giant knight go out the door. He didn’t bother reviving his friend but continued on down the hall. He made it to the intersection and saw another friend, a freshman, crawling on his belly, leaving a smeared trail of blood from the auditorium doors.
Issam knelt down and touched his friend’s head, letting him know he was there. His friend looked up for just a second, his eyes full of tears. He then went limp and lay flat, his head resting on his chin. Issam stood up and slowly walked in the direction of the blood trail. He knew what was inside. As he reached for the door, Hazim joined him, his dark face with a shocked paleness to it. Inside the small auditorium, over twenty of their friends were slumped over each other, motionless and dead.