Post by account_disabled on Dec 17, 2023 4:07:23 GMT
The soldiers fired and hit them from behind. They shot unarmed people, who had not committed any crime, other than being frightened by all that commotion. It was at that point that tragedy struck. My other remaining companions turned towards me, all talking together in a loud voice and I was unable to calm them down, nor to hear their words. But they were terrified and you could see it in their looks. What could I do? The people on the street were screaming, the reporters - I think that's what they called them - had increased in number and were trying to approach, but other soldiers prevented them.
We had to make a decision right away. “I'm going to talk to them,” I told my friends. And I hoped it would do some good. They tried to dissuade me, but I didn't see any other solution nor did they have any proposals. And that was the last time I spoke to my traveling companions. I moved and went towards the soldiers. The one who appeared to be the leader shouted Phone Number Data something to the squads and the men aimed their weapons and fired wildly. I was hit in the side, but not seriously. I fell and that was perhaps my luck, since the soldiers continued to shoot at the same height and those endless volleys of bullets arrived at my friends in an instant, mowing them down and killing them instantly.
When silence returned, or rather when they stopped shooting, I peeked out with one eye and saw the soldiers ready for another volley. Then two of them advanced cautiously. I deduced that they wanted to see if any were left alive, so I pretended to be dead. They fell into the trap. One kicked me and continued with his colleague towards the other bodies. They seemed satisfied and went back. And I took advantage of it. I had spent years, in my homeland, perfecting camouflage techniques. To move quickly and without being seen. To hide my tracks. And so I ran away. They barely had time to see me dart away, fast as lightning despite my wound. They shot at me several times and a few hits landed, but I managed to resist and vanish.
We had to make a decision right away. “I'm going to talk to them,” I told my friends. And I hoped it would do some good. They tried to dissuade me, but I didn't see any other solution nor did they have any proposals. And that was the last time I spoke to my traveling companions. I moved and went towards the soldiers. The one who appeared to be the leader shouted Phone Number Data something to the squads and the men aimed their weapons and fired wildly. I was hit in the side, but not seriously. I fell and that was perhaps my luck, since the soldiers continued to shoot at the same height and those endless volleys of bullets arrived at my friends in an instant, mowing them down and killing them instantly.
When silence returned, or rather when they stopped shooting, I peeked out with one eye and saw the soldiers ready for another volley. Then two of them advanced cautiously. I deduced that they wanted to see if any were left alive, so I pretended to be dead. They fell into the trap. One kicked me and continued with his colleague towards the other bodies. They seemed satisfied and went back. And I took advantage of it. I had spent years, in my homeland, perfecting camouflage techniques. To move quickly and without being seen. To hide my tracks. And so I ran away. They barely had time to see me dart away, fast as lightning despite my wound. They shot at me several times and a few hits landed, but I managed to resist and vanish.