"Help!"
A scream right across from us. A man yelling in pain as blood flew all over the place right before our eyes.
His flesh was shredded into pieces, yet nothing was there hurting him. His head was cut off as his body fell onto the ground.
"Everyone, calm down!"
Despite the village leader saying that out loud, he was the first one to run away before everyone realized the enemy they were facing.
It was a ghost, an invisible killer that the outsider was driving away from. It was never me or the lock when he opened fire.
The only thing I could still remember was Dad dragging me and Uncle back home as more and more screams could be heard behind us.
I kept telling myself not to turn around, but I couldn't help it. But what I saw changed me forever.
Bodies. Bodies everywhere. All the grass was painted red. People's faces filled with pain as they asked for help.
One of them even looked at me, seemingly as if he was begging for me to turn around and help them.
