Dimitri
I stopped running when I was far enough from the store.
My chest was heaving, my heart was pounding, but the panic was slowly fading.
I leaned against a wall, trying to catch my breath and calm down.
People were still glancing at me as they walked past. Their eyes lingered on the bandages wrapped around my head, some looked concerned, others looked suspicious.
I ignored them and started walking again, I had no destination in mind, I just needed to keep moving.
As I walked, I thought about what had just happened at the store.
The way my body moved without thinking, the speed, the precision, the instincts that kicked in automatically.
How did I know how to fight like that? How did I disarm three armed men in seconds?
Was I a soldier before? A fighter? Som
