I have to get out.
I dropped to the uniform man, ripped off his anti-bullet vest, and put it on myself. I took his gun and ammo. Before pulling back the curtain, I retrieved my knife fromthe other corpse. I would thank God for this knife for the rest of my fucking life.
Distant gunshots and laughs echoed from outside. Maybe that’s why no one reacted to the bullets I fired.
There was a hallway that only went one way. I used the gun to slightly push the curtain of another room out of the way. I forced myself to not vomit.
Pop pop pop.
I took another one out. The woman underneath was too drugged to even react.
I made my way through the hallway and ran into another man.
“Que carajo?”
Pop pop pop.
I stepped over his body and made my way out. The cement building was on an abandoned construction site.
The rest happened in even more of a blur. I could only remember fragments. I didn’t feel like I was in my body. It was as if I was watching someone else fight for their life, not myself.
Pop pop pop.
And then I ran out of ammo. My gun cocked empty. But I wasn’t giving up yet.
My mind kept running back to the girls I couldn’t save. Resentment and guilt expanded in my chest.
I will come back for them.
Out of nowhere, a hand grabbed me from behind. And then I was being dragged away by my hair. More men gathered around and I was thrown in the dirt. I groaned at the impact when my body hit the ground. I frantically got back up and took out my knife.
One of the men in a uniform laughed before dropping his gun and entering the circle of men that had formed around me. Guess we were doing this.
He threw a punch but I slit his wrist.
“Maldita puta!”
A man grabbed me from behind.
“THAT’S! FUCKING! CHEATING!” I screamed, bringing my knife over my shoulder and stabbing him in the neck with every word. As the man behind me dropped dead to the floor, the laughter of the others died down.
I turned around, looking in every direction, ready to fight again. My chest heaved abnormally, my hair was a mess, my face was muddy and I was covered in blood. My vision was blurry, my hearing muffled and my head throbbed. I was sure I must have looked like I’d gone insane.
I was ready to die. But I wasn’t going down without a fight.
The men watched me, yet neither dared step into the circle. I didn’t think it was that they were scared of me, just the fact that there was a slight possibility Icouldkill them with luck. And karma seemed to be on my side.
Then one of them stepped forward. I faced him and got into position, ready to kill. When he saw my expression, a slimy smile pulled on his lips.
“Como un ángel…” His eyes went wide as he muttered humor-ously.“De la Muerte.”
He took another step towards me, then got shot in the head.
Blood splattered everywhere and chaos broke out. The others dipped down and started shooting in the air.
I took my chance and began running away. Something pinched my neck. When I raised my hand and pulled out a dart, I was already fainting.
My eyes closed as I hit the ground.