Armed men have taken over the store. I manage to get out before they lock the doors, but I can’t just leave everyone else there I have to get back in. I have to try and do something, to stop whatever they have planned.
I keep going from door-to-door, surprised at how easily they assume I’m one of them.
But once I am back inside, the panic takes over.
I can’t do this. I can’t do any of this.
This is a difficult time.