The move

All I could hear was the peircing sound of gun shots. Bullets flying everywhere in the night. The only light that illuminates the dark night is a small street light at the end of the street. My heart is racing a thousand beats a minute. I keep looking around for Brett, but he is no where to be found. I start hearing my name being called. I look in the direction of the voice knowing it was Brett's. The urge to run to him takes over my body.

Before I know it I am running toward the direction of his voice. His face starts to come in view. And I feel a sharp pain in my lower stomach. I feel my knees start to buckle and I fall. I hear my name being called, but it fades in and out. I start to see blackness. I hear my name being called one more time followed by more gun shots. And then the blackness takes over.

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