THE BALLERINA SECRET LOVE
Part 108's. Fight For Your Life 3
It pushed me backwards, my knees were limp, my shot was hit, the guy was shaking and then it was silent no longer moving. I was lucky about it so hard.
I killed people! The feeling of nausea made my knees fall limp to the ground. I sting like I can't breathe, who I kill, whose child, whose father, whose husband. My mind is now pulling on myself.
"Pedrus!" A shout shocked me I inched to my right side hiding, a shot aiming at the pile of wood where I was hiding. The pieces of wood like flying back warned me that my life was in danger now.
I awakened myself. I shouldn't regret it, it's about him killing or me killing, he among us must be a victim, there must be a survivor.
"Sat! Out you!" I heard his friend swearing in Spanish and the other shots from the automatic weapon he was carrying made me not sure if I could get out of here alive.
I took refuge in a pile of wood, but I realized when he got here that was the end of my story. Where's Thomas?! I wish he could help me but where he is I don't know. With that intense barrage of gunfire I don't know if he can get here safely.
While my shooting ability relied on luck, I'm not sure this second time I'll be lucky about it again so severely.
I'm just depending on myself right now, if I die those two girls will die.
I turned my position because he was close to checking on his friend who I shot.
When he showed up in my field of view I shot him but he didn't get hit and he shot me back.
"Woman fuck! Out you! M*ati you!" He fired the automatic rifle blindly I had to move to seek protection from the direction of the shot he fired.
Two shots fired.
One misses, one hits but only his shoulder! He was pushed back, I shot again, missed as he moved to the side, and he was done putting in his gun magazine.
I retreated to the pile of wood again. Survive and avoid his shot. I told you I had absolutely no experience directing weapons, a distance not far away I missed.
A series of shots are hunting me again. I swore with many pieces of wood falling towards me. I don't know if this pile of wood can hold all those bullets.
The stinging heat and pain made me look at my feet, somehow the bullet found its way from the sidelines and my thigh was shot.
I ignored the stinging pain and continued to move around the wooden pile.
"Sara!" The screaming Kate caused the man's attention to be distracted. The muzzle of his weapon immediately spewed a bullet towards them. The girl's screams made me push myself up, if they died, my life would be even harder, I pulled the trigger, spewing out all the last bullets that were on my gun muzzle towards the shooter.
He's dead or I'm dead! He saw me and shot me but lost quickly to my bullet who met him.
He's the one who died. That's the answer I got when my bullet hit his target so many times. That guy moves a little bit and then doesn't move forever.