What the fuck was that?! A moment ago, he had been sitting behind his desk, sweating in shirtsleeves, swearing at the inadequate air conditioning. His eye had caught the kid moving towards his office and he had stood to get a better look.
There had been an explosion……
He was now lying awkwardly on his back, behind his desk. His ears were ringing and his head hurt. In fact, many things hurt.
His shirt was sticking to him as if wet and he reached a hand down to investigate. The touch of his fingers set in motion a burning that spread across his stomach. The wetness was warm, and he recognized the smell of blood. A wave of nausea rose in his throat.
"I want my brother, now!!" Had the kid screamed the words or was it just that all of his nerves were screaming? He saw a gun pointed at his head, saw that the kid was actually a group of kids, all with guns, pointed at his head. Was that real, or was he hallucinating?
He tried to speak, but no sound came out. Instead, something wet dribbled down his chin. Warm. He knew the taste. The same stuff as on his shirt. Oh fuck……