Why did I just stand there? Maybe because I felt alone, forgotten, I don't even know myself, I wish I did know, it would be nice, or would it not? But it did't matter, the the kids dying around me, bullets passing as I stood still, the bullets seeming to miss me, there was blood splattered all over the floor, I wanted to burst out crying, but I forced myself not to. I wish Samual was here to protect these children, along with myself. A few minutes later I hear the gun firing stop, surprised I was still alive, a man soon wondered up to me, holding a gun, he spiked up, having a rather harsh, touch toned voice, german accent " Boi', you're coming with us; or you die along with your friends. "
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The Men.
ActionThis here is about a young boy. A boy whom had a secret inside of him no one knew. Or at least that was until now.
