Bullets sound loud in the crisp morning.
Panic stricken people run from the sound as if it were death it self standing before them in its great black robe.
A siren sounds as a single police car drives off with the sound slowly fading.
Later dozens of cars stream into the parking garage which was the origin of the bullets.
Police swarm the crime scene like ants analyzing the smallest clues to find how the shooters were.
A man is rushed into a car and driven off to the hospital.
Should he be nurtured because of his horrible condition or treated like the scum criminal he is.
It is hard to feel sympathy for your enemy.
Six other men lie on the ground.
Frozen in the thoughts and gestures the died in.
Are the really dead or just frozen for a very long time.
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