That's an awful fate imo. I use to fear dying in an environment as miserable as your workplace.
My workplace is really quite good, *Now*. I enjoy my coworkers, the manager is chill, I can honestly say that after having jobs for the last....35 years? This is one of the very few pleasant, reasonable, non toxic ones. I've had jobs where I truly felt like I was in hell, and all the trauma I'd ignored since childhood came back to bite me in the ass.
This is retail, with a medical clinic in the store. Other retail places have shootings, and while it's pretty much not likely to happen, I guess there's a possibility. There is *not* a high end jewelry section here, so that makes it a bit safer. The employee got killed in a store with jewelry.
Because most people who get shot live.
But the bullets do various degrees of damage to your body. Perhaps it takes out your spine and now you'll never walk again. Or you may need to wear a shit bag with a tube draining your bowels. There are a number of pretty unpleasant results that can happen from being shot. It's not really recommended.
Oh, I know. This may sound weird, but I promise, it's true: when I was 4 years old, I decided there were things worse than dying. The thought made such a strong impression on me, I've never forgotten.
I only would want to be shot if I could die instantly. I've had to care for patients with colostomy bags and those who were unable to walk, including because of brain damage. There is just so much suffering that the average superficial basic person does not want to confront. Which is why I keep these sorts of thoughts here or on reddit.
I used to fantasise about throwing myself in front of someone about to be shot. They'd think I'm a hero hah
That's probably gone through my mind at least once. But I would be afraid of being paralyzed, or having permanent messed-up gut problems. So wouldn't do that!