the sight before her was one she had never seen or expected to see in her life. bodies laid lifeless, some colorless, on the ground, accompanied by pools of blood. there was only so much red someone would see in their life. stef hoped that this would be the most of it. there were probably twenty to thirty bodies on the ground, all of which she didn’t recognize. some relief washed over her, at least it wasn’t them. at least it wasn’t her best friend, james. at least it wasn’t the crew he was in. at least it wasn’t him. him, the man with a tall stature and scowling face, jordan ( or also known as kootra ).
the next few things that happened were a blur. she heard a gunshot, and suddenly she was on the ground, an excruciating pain in her left leg. she tried to push herself up, hands on the ground, using all the force she could muster up. however, the moment she tried to stand up, her leg gave in. she noticed the wound then, the fresh drops of blood leaving her body and touching the ground. frozen, lost, and confused, she heard another gunshot ring out. was she getting shot again? would she die here?
she looked towards the sound this time, watching a man’s body fall to the floor, behind him was the killer, she presumed. fear washed over her, wishing she didn’t look at the man’s face, wishing she didn’t know who just killed the new lifeless body on the ground. it was him, and before she could do anything, a shriek left her throat, scrambling for her hands covering her mouth.
