All it took was one bullet to survive or die later on. It was a simple tiny thing to end or rescue a life, it was between hell or heaven, life, and death and it terrified me to know that any moment Levy might die in front of me or I would die in front of him. I looked into every man's eyes and I found the traumatized dark life that they used to live which made them the way they were now.
Jitters were all I felt when my hand brought out that piece that made a miracle or killed a life. I was about to be a killer for the one I loved when just minutes before, I used to be a normal high school chick that studied her ass off to graduate, I had normal fears that were nothing compared to the fears I had now.
Levy single-handedly killed two men in one shot when they ran to get to him, I screamed
