Gunslinger

by ms   Aug 14, 2006


Bullets coming over my head.
My best friends down, covered in blood. He won't be getting up again. Next to me a mans screaming orders, I can't hear. Suddenly, I'm short for breath, gasping for air, as i see beside me, the man yelling the orders, he's dead. I know i will be too.

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