Brenda's POV
"Remain low!" Tony yelled as he pulled me behind a dumpster made of rusting metal. Bricks flew as the sniper bullets continued to come in succession, striking the walls.
I was having trouble breathing since my heart was racing so much. There was no time to dwell on the agony, even if my shoulder hurt from the previous graze.
With keen eyes, Tony declared, "I saw the shooter." "Atop that deserted structure."
"Is it possible for us to leave?" Keeping the journal close to my chest, I asked.
Tony gave a nod. Indeed. But we must act quickly.
We stayed in the shadows as we scurried across the alley. It seemed like an eternity with each stride. I trusted Tony to guide me through this mayhem, so I kept my eyes on him.
Glass broke again behind us. Our steps were followed by bull
