Chapter 3: The Silence of the Sirens
Back on the football field, the atmosphere had shifted from giddy malice to sheer panic.
Jason stood over the muddy wheelchair, his phone still out, though the recording had stopped. The smug grin had completely vanished from his face, replaced by a pale, sickly expression of dread. The rest of the team took a collective step backward, suddenly realizing that "pranking" a disabled classmate wasn't a joke—it was a federal-level mistake.
"Put your phones away," one of the junior varsity players hissed nervously. "Delete the video! Delete it right now!"
"Relax," Jason muttered, trying to force a laugh that died instantly in his throat. "It’s just a prank. She’s fine. Her old man is just some small-town cop—"
He stopped.
Faintly, rising over the sound of the wind, came a low, menacing wail. Woo-ooo-ooo.
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It wasn't just one siren. It was three, echoing off the brick walls of the gymnasium, growing louder and closer with every agonizing second. The distant red and blue flashes began to paint the horizon, reflecting off the glass windows of the school.
The bravado of the high-school jocks evaporated like mist. They weren't looking at a viral video anymore. They were looking at the approaching freight train of reality.
