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The Bloodshed Killing

The Bloodshed Killing

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Haris follows closely behind until we reach the main entrance of the building. We stand behind the glass doors and stare in shock at the new world that we are now forced to call our own. The trees, which had once been green with life, are now dull, drained of color as if an illness has taken over. The grass is now dry and yellow, like the winter season had come early this year. In the distance, I could hear car alarms going off and people honking at each other. Further down the hill, cars collide together to form a massive build-up of at least 20 vehicles with a raging fire caused by the spilt gasoline. I look at Haris with tears threatening to spill from my eyes, "How are we gonna get home?" "I don't know," he truthfully answers while gripping my hand. I knew a war was eventually going to happen, but I never pictured it coming so soon. --- Cover by @divinare HIGHEST RANKING: #60
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Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017 A promotion. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie. I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans? **** The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself. Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees. He knows who I am. He knows how I look like. He knows where I work so possible knows where I live. I am not safe anymore... no where. While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men. I should run. I should try to fight. But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it? I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me. Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one. With that I let the darkness consume me.

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