Redon
“ When will they come? We’re gonna die here “ I said and then winced loudly when a bullet hit my arm. I bit my lips and then closed one of my eyes to calculate and target the enemies. I quickly stood up and started shooting them one by one when I finally got the hang of it.
Protect sayra, protect Sayra . Those are the words I keep on repeating in my mind as the sound of the gunshots echoed in my ear. It was so loud, so ruthless, and cold. Every time I’ll pull the trigger someone’s blood will splat out on the ground. It was a very ruthless thing to do but I can’t find any guilt inside me. Killing someone who kills doesn’t hurt or affect me even a tiny bit.
There are a lot of them on the other side of the road. All of them wouldn't even flinch even if one of them fall to the ground
