After I observed his body , I was sure Tyler was dead and off to heav- I stopped myself, Tyler wasn't going to heaven he was going straight to hell.
I spat on his motionless body, I gathered myself together and grabbed his gun and put it at my waste. Then I went straight out the door.
Every man I seen moving I shot, men the hallway I shot. One after one, they fell to the floor. All the men in the rooms I shot dead, and I moved my way throughout the whole building.
As I moved through the building I checked if I was being followed. That's when I seen Gina again. This time she was standing in the middle of the hallway. I walked to her and asked," Gina where can I go to seek help, none of the people in this building are against Tyler and if they found his dead body and saw that I had left the room they'd be hot on my trail."
She replied," I can't say I do know my way out of this building but I also, can't say that I don't know. Work things out by yourself Carly remember Carly is ONLY going to help Carly."
I nodded and made my way through the hallway. That's when I got to this room at the far end of the hallway. I opened it and seen Tim he was holding a gun, to Zachary's head.
Zachary was shaking with fear and I didn't know how to react, but I knew I had to save Zachary. When Tim cocked the head of his gun, I knew he was serious.
Zachary said," you're going to shoot your own brother?" Tim said," yeah, you're stealing the woman I love and I can't let you have her." I blushed.
Then I shot, I heard a body fall to the floor and then I opened my eyes, I shot Zachary. I started to cry, I couldn't believe I shot the wrong person, the person I loved.
I seen Tim's reaction, he yelled out in anger and yelled," what the fuck did you just do?" I started shaking my head vigorously, repeating," I don't know, I don't know."
Then I while Tim was about to kneel down to Zach I shot him. He fell to the ground then I went to attend to Zach, good thing I shot him in the shoulder but he was still unconscious.
I lugged his body through the hallway and looked for an exit, the only exit was an exit door down the steps. So that's were I lugged it, his head hit every step and lugged him right out the door.
Then the minute I stepped out the door I was stabbed and I fell to the floor then the only thing I could remember was seeing the person write on a notepad and then I blacked out.
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A Living Fancy
ActionMany stories matter. Stories have been used to dispossess and to malign. But stories can also be used to empower, and to humanize. Stories can break the dignity of humanity. But stories can also repair that broken dignity of being A Living Fancy.