part one- trinity

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       Last thing I remember was cry in his arms.  Now I'm standing, looking down, holding a gun.  I'm covered in blood and holding a gun with only one bullet left.  Who's blood is this, and why am I holding a gun? I ask myself with a confused look on my face.  I look up to see where I am.  I stop in my tracks, it's almost like time itself had stopped. 
    What I saw was heartbreaking.  Every single person that I love was/ looked dead.  They each had a gunshot wound somewhere in their body.  I drop the gun and burst out in tears. 
"HELP! HELP ME PLEASE!" I scream.  I run over to Logan, my little brother, and shake him. 
"WAKE UP LOGAN! PLEASE I NEED YOU WITH ME!"  I cry holding him in my arms.  I look up and see William, my best guy friend a.k.a my big brother, and I cover my mouth in shock.  Then I put my little brother down peacefully and run as fast as I could to him. 
"William, please. Please, say something." I say with so much shock that it was a whisper.  I hold his bloody body in my arms.  Holding my big brother in my arms, I could have cried enough that I would have filled a dried up river.  I hold his pale, lifeless face in my bloody hands.
"Please William. I love you, please talk to me." I say.  30 seconds go by of complete silence. 

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