"Why are you undressing... What's wrong with your back?!" Lisa screamed, instantly losing all composure.
"I can't stand it... I'd like to see how many of your classmates can lie for hours on the hot asphalt, with molten plastic dripping onto your living skin, and you can't move because death hangs right over your head!" I blurted out angrily, buttoning my shirt back up. "I know you and the girls had a hard time on that closed bus, but don't think you're any exception!"
Both Lisa and I fell silent. The girl was still holding the pistol, though she still had it on safety. I changed the subject and asked where she'd gotten the weapon. Lisa readily explained:
"As soon as I came to, I saw a wrecked traffic police car nearby. I immediately sent one of my friends to look for a weapon. There's
