Darkness.
One of the men behind her called out a question.
“Shall we let her go? She hasn’t seen anything.” The bearded man changed the angle of his gun, pulling the trigger. A scream pierced the night air. He grabbed her chin, roughly turning her head to see the man he shot. A sigh of relief imbued the tense air; the man had only been hit in the leg. Then the bearded man raised the gun again. She could only stare as he pulled the trigger for the second time, and blood cascaded from the forehead of the man who dared to speak out of turn. The scene was forever ingrained in her mind.
“Now she has.”
Darkness.
