Murders. Murders everuwhere. Fitting into the regular street's life. Murders were a routine. But not for us, at least until that day.
This day my very soul died, I belive in this. I can't become an innocent child again - it is clear for me. Everything was crumbling into the hell with shots blazing. We got caught in a crossfire between two gangs - that's how it happened.
Toxic clouds were dark and thus adding more tence into the situation.
Jan, the Bill's right hand, and two of his men have found us when we were walking through the former apartment building in search of useful things, but our hands were still empty.
What Jan have told wasn't any surprice to us since we already heard the shots and screams nearby. Nobody wanted to go but everyone knew how terrible is the rage of boss Billy so we simply put a grim face and went after the Jan.
It was difficult to determine where was the friends or foes. Sparkles of shots could be seen here and there across the street. Fire was not intensive but dangerous anyway. The heavy wound could become a deadly one quiet easy. Medical treatment wasn't easy to find.
Rapid death or slow one. Neither was an option.
Everything happened quickly. Jan led the group through the ruins of the old building when we suddenly met a group five people armed with rifles and pistols.
You know, even knowing the smell of death it is impossible to remain indifferent to meeting her face to face.
Blood splattered on me, and Jan, slid to the floor trying to hold the blood that was fountaning out of his neck. His pistol fell a meter away from me, but I just stood there like a doll and watched. Fear paralyzes the mind. But another feeling cleared my brain the next second. The pain in the left hand brought me back to reality and time, that seemed to stop, went full speed again. Clutching the wound on my hand, I jumped forward to Jan's gun. It was laying near his body and a pool of blood had already begun to fill up around him.
The next 5 seconds I'll remember for my entire life. Bold-shaved gunman charged into the room firing his weapon somewhere down the hall. When he saw me he made a shot and the pain in shoulder stroke my brain like a lance of fire. No time to think, no time to choose. Kill or be killed. It was clear and I shot at him. Then again and again. He was dead, and I felt that I'm falling unconscious.
I do not know how much time have passed. Consciousness returned to me and I found myself in a dark room that looked like a basement because it had no windowses. It was lit by only one lamp. My sister found a doctor and gave him the Jan's gun and some other stuff of what little we had for him to put me back on my feets. Turned out he knew his work well. At least the hand was still at where it belongs to.
That's how it happened. My "first time". There was no thoughs in my head except one. "I don't feel anything".