Marco, Callum, and OPEN
Callum had spent the day doing his daily chores, fixing a few things that people had put in requests for, here and there, and then he'd gone to the beach to draw some more. He'd only come back when the sun had gone down, and he'd taken Catherine some dinner. Nothing fancy-- but no turkey leg either. So as soon as he'd finished sandwiches with Catherine, Callum had gone to ride the ferris wheel, like he did quite often, and spent some time sketching in his new sketchbook that he'd picked up when he had gone into town with Ana.
But around 2am, he figured it was getting a bit late, and decided he'd call it a night. Or at least go back to his trailer and get ready for bed. Maybe put on a record, have a drink, wind down, etc.
Making his way back through the Midway, he was trying to decide whether he wanted to have one more snack (turkey leg), or not, before heading in for the night, when he heard the shots fired. Quite a lot, actually. And they were rather loud too. Close by! Ish. And he was still trying to figure out where there were coming from when he felt the sharp pain in his side that literally caused him to drop to his knees amidst the crowds scattering past. "What the ffff--," he managed, glancing down toward the blood staining it's way down the side of his t-shirt.
Wait. Had he been shot?? "Christ," he let go of his sketchbook, dropping it, and reaching for his side, but really, that was all he remembered before blacking out in the middle of all the chaos. At least for the moment.