• I looked up to see him get shot. I looked up to see him die. I looked up to see his last moment in life. I ran across the street to him. To save him. But it was to late.

    I looked down at my brother's face. The happy and warm brother I once had, is now cold and dead. A tear slipt down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away. I can't show my emotion. It was the first thing my brother had taught me.

    I took my brother's gun he had in his belt. Good it was still loaded. Still crouching, I aimed at my enemy and fired. The enemy jumped in fright as my bullet whizzed past his head. He turned and focussed on me.

    "I'm gonna get you little girl." He said in an angry tone.

    He started to move toward me. I froze in fear. I could see the anger and desperation in his eyes as he reached me.

    "I-I-I.." I tried to speak but nothing came out.

    He reached down, grabbed my shirt and lifted me off the ground. I turned the gun against him and fired. There was a small gurgling in the back of his throat. I killed him.

    We fell to the ground. I knew his backup would be coming soon. I wriggled out of the dead soldier's hands. With one last look at my brother, I turned and ran.

    I could never look back. I had to run. To hide. They will kill me if they find me.

    I ran past empty stores and offices. All were closed for the night. I heard a car behind me. I ran faster but I could still hear them.

    I risked to turn my head. It was a patrol car. They found me. I said my last goodbyes as the bullet hit my head.