Nathan
Pauline is stronger than I thought. I should have known that a terrorist has to be trained. She pulls out a knife and tries to stab me. I stumble backwards and lose my step, falling on the floor. Amari screams when Pauline tries to stab my chest. I block the knife with my arms. Blood oozes from my left arm, but I can’t fell anything, just the adrenaline rush. She pulls the knife back and tries to stab me again. She is midway when a gun goes off and she drops on the floor, dead.
“Are…are you okay?” Amari asks before dropping the gun on the floor.
I run to her and hold her in my arms. She trembles against me and starts crying.
“I killed her. I thought she was going to hurt you. I killed another human,” she chokes on her tears and buries her head on my chest.
“Amari, look at me,
