The Hero (Short Story)
Updated: Nov 11, 2019
Credit: Complete the Story by Piccadilly
Everything about this felt right. All his instincts, usually so skeptical, were prodding him forward. He took a deep breath, stood up, and the shots rang out. There was no stopping him now. He felt so powerful with his gun in hand.
He finally understood. Everything made sense now. All of the training hadn't been as useless as he thought it had been.
His job, a finance coordinator, wasn't anywhere near a front line job. But, here he was. He wasn't even in an active war zone, but this was happening and there were innocent dependents in the building behind him. He knew it was up to him to protect them.
His unarmed brothers and sisters had fallen early. His instinct had been to run, but his training had told him to stand tall and that's what he had done.
When the shooter finally fell, but the last bullet went through his own heart, he had one final thought: "I've done all I can and the innocents are safe; I've done my duty."