Sean Liberman met the group of stretcher-carrying medics and their police escort at a side entrance to Rolling Bay Presbyterian Church.
It was a silent and gruesome greeting. Liberman was “dead,” sprawled out in front of the double-glass doors, with a bullet hole in his forehead.
The grisly scene stretched out left and right, down a hallway where scattered groups of the wounded victims of a mass shooter sat in shock, down stairwells and through classrooms, offices and restrooms on the church’s basement floor.
Scattered screams and cries for help echoed from one room to the next as EMTs and firefighters moved quickly from one victim to the next, assessing injuries and carrying the wounded to a triage area at the front of the church.