The man that had fired the gun walked closer to us. I was on the floor, frozen. There was a pool of blood forming next to me, my fingers already touching the crimson, thick liquid.
I could see the blood, but it wasn’t mine.
I looked behind, Alice was still standing by the car door, her eyes on the man. When I turned to my side, Darling was on the ground. She wasn’t moving.
Tears immediately formed in my eyes.
The man was saying something, but my ears had gone temporally deaf. I was shaking. He raised his gun again, but he wasn’t pointing it at me. His eyes landed on Alice.
I panicked, my protective senses kicking in. I crawled towards Darling and reached into her jacket, then pulled out a gun. I heard another shot. Fearing I might be too late, I looked up again.
But the man had sudde
