Fiction: Group 4
Bang.
His chest was suddenly covered in red. The white of his clothes being stained by his own blood, as he fell to
his knees and collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide with shock for his sudden fate and stood behind him
was his killer. Vexus.
“This place is going to blow!” he shouted running towards me and curling his arm around my waist.
I was too shaken up from blood loss to realize that he had carried me outside of the factory with the
remaining survivors as the factory exploded like a firework in the night sky.
It was over with.
Everything was done.
But the loss was not worth the attempt.
At least, in my books that is.
