"Good afternoon," says the lady behind the counter of the laundromat.
"Good afternoon," I say back. She has white curly hair tied up in a bun, and is so frail that I'm afraid I might break her, if I were to breath too hard.
"What can I help you with today?" She asks.
"Um, can I get a washing machine please?" I say back, my voice sounding higher than I meant for it to be.
"And if you need any questions sweetheart, my name is Lineal, and I would be delighted to help you." Lineal gave me a smile, and then gave me a key to the washing machine.
"Why thank you, and my name is Miriam. Pleasure to meet you Lineal."
She gives me a crooked smile, and walks around the store helping other customers. I haven't talked to an actual person, other than Ari of course, for so long. It felt good, I thought I was normal again, that until I heard a faint shout,"HIT THE FLOOR!" I look out towards the window and saw either a giant rock or a bullet coming right at the window. I follow my instincts and jump right behind a washing machine. A loud boom occurs, and then I hear the shattering of the laundromat windows. Screams and bawls occur in the background. I can't really hear all to well, the shattering of the glass stings my ears. I feel myself fall to the floor, I'm unable to move. I attempt to move my right leg, but I can't. I look across my body down at my legs, the left one is bruised and blistered, as where the right one proclaims the gash the size of a half a dollar. I began to freak out,"Help! Please someone, help me?!" Not a single soul is paying attention to me. I realized that if I wanted to make it out alive, than I would need to et up and run out of here. Well, getting up was the hardest thing I have ever endured in my life, and running wasn't that simple either,"Ugh." I say pulling myself up from the frigid floor of the laundromat. Several small fires have started abroad the store, so I knew I had to leave right away. Once I pull myself up my knee locks and I'm unable to move my gashed leg. I begin to cry softly, I was anxious and scared of what were to happen to myself. As soon as I pulled myself up, I notice everyone in the shop is dead, I turn my head towards the ruins of the wall, and still manage to limp out of the building. I walk four blocks, to a first aid station, blood is running down my right leg, and my left leg is bruising from the blisters of the fire.
"Hello?" I say stepping inside the office.
No answer.
"Hello?" I say once more. I sit down in the swivel chair behind the desk, and prop my right leg on the desk. When I pull up my pants, I notice something shiny and stiff in my leg. I quickly reach for the magnifying glass, on the side of the desk, and examine the wound. A bullet. I don't know how, but I must have got shot somehow. It hurts like hell, but I knew that if I didn't remove it, than it could get infected and could eventually
make the situation worse.
