She slammed on the floor hitting her head.

Daily routine get up have breakfast change and get into the car.

A tremor went through her veins it did not feel right about driving to work.

Something terrified her.

An instinct of de ja vue of dread

This was if he no ordinary day she thought

But why driving was safe as hell

Same old boring routine

That was the point if it was boring and safe than something was wrong and dangerous

Life is simple

She had said something political online the trolls were everywhere and the that irritated her nerves

Hair was standing up palm was sweating breathing shallow pulse racing.

Calming herself with contemplation.

The driving did not feel right as she stated the ignition and drove down the high way.

Suddenly there there was an explosion

Cars crashed and people armed with machine guns came out and started shooting