The world around me moves in slow motion. Or this is how I feel it, with adrenaline pumping in my veins. I can listen to my heart beating in the rhythm of the screams that surround me.
One bullet passes my circle of fire and almost touches my cheek, but I turn my head just in time to watch it get past me and probably enter into the body of its next unfortunate victim. Someone behind me lets go half scream before falling to the ground. I was right.
A flashing light splits the battlefield in half a few feet next to me and I look for Carol. Every time I see lighting I sigh in relief. Carol is alive. Still alive.
I refocus on the person in front of me. She is holding a gun to her chest and cries. She eas the one that shot the bullet earlier. She screamed die right before. And now she scream
