“Incoming!”
The warning yell is like a bullet shooting through the air, arriving a second earlier than the real bullets that begin to whiz and belt all around us.
Dmitri pushes me down to the ground and uses his body as a shield for me, but the time when I’d become a spectator and only a spectator to things like these is long gone.
“Just watch me.” I whisper to him cockily as I push him off me and get to my feet.
In a blink, I’m in the woods.
The first shooter I see, I snap his neck before he can turn the gun on me. Before his lifeless body falls to the ground, I’m on to the next, and the next, and the next, and the next. They don’t see me coming. I’m too fast. Around me, chaos erupts and the sounds of gunshots and screams that might’ve once struck fear in my heart, now only fuels my
