You've had a bad feeling all day.
Right when you woke up. You knew something wasn't right. Or wasn't gonna be right. But you couldn't think of anything. So, you tried your best to ignore it and go on about your day.
The shop has been busy lately since it's wedding season and such so you decide to get there a little early so you can get some cleaning done before it opens. You hum as you walk down the street, pulling out your keys as you approach the side entrance. You enter and set your keys on the counter next to the register and locate the broom and dustpan.
Humming and singing to some song in your head, you go about straightening up and sweeping the floors. It's almost opening time and you're just about done when suddenly
Before you know it there's glass everywhere and a group of 3 masked men busting in. You panic and head for the cash register, trying to defend it.
"Give me all your money!!" One yells.
"No!" You return, glaring.
Another punches you across the face and you go tumbling tot he floor. He grabs you by your collar and the first one yells again.
"Open the goddamn register!"
"Fuck you!" You spit, blood pouring from your mouth from the punch.
The leader nods at the one holding your shirt and he begins to beat you repeatedly. The third one joins in and the leader goes to try to open it on his own. Obviously, he can't, and gets frustrated. He tells his two lackeys to pull you up and pulls out a gun.
"Last chance, open the fucking register." He says slowly.
"G-Go to hell..." you wheeze out, thoroughly bruised and bleeding all over.
The lead robber sneers. "Fine." He shoots you twice, once in the stomach and once in the leg, and you cry out. The two men drop you while the leader takes the register and splits.
You're left, wheezing on the floor and weakly trying to dig your phone out of your pocket. With blurred vision, you call whoever happens to be the last person you talked to. They answer and all you can get out is a small "h...h..elp..." before you pass out from blood loss.