She watched from the cameras as her friends and comrades fell to the ground riddled with bullets, unable to help them or die with them, the door behind her locked from both sides.
She sat in her chair and turned off the cameras, sitting with her palms on her eyes, pondering what to do next.
The people dressed in black and grey uniforms massacred anyone in the base, so swiftly and unexpectedly. It was all so sudden.
Her face was destroyed from sleepless nights and stress-fueled breakdowns.
A knock on the door could this be? her face rose in excitement, she tugged the door, signaling that she was inside, the knocking got louder until it phased into slams.
Until it was hit by something metallic, the door dented in the middle like it had been punched in the gut.
Another thud and another the door looked like it was getting punched by a professional boxer except thirty times stronger until the door fell in front of Elizabeth like her comrades.
Elizabeth looked up to where the door used to be, a man dressed in grey and black in a tactical outfit emerged, pointed his pistol toward Elizabeth's forehead.
Bang.
"Target Terminated," the man said.