Chapter 3
Tavaazo didn't hear or see Mohammad coming until Mohammad had tackled him and pinned him to the floor. Mohammad pulled off Tavaazo's mask to make sure he had the right guy- and he did. He put his foot on Tavaazo's chest, and fired one shot into his head. It killed him instantly. He was glad that it only took one shot, because he was at a shortage of ammo. He ran back up to the tall building and checked on the fire. It was mostly gone now. There was a group of about 15 people, all with their weapons out, trying to figure out who did it. Mohammad ate some of the black beans he had in his backpack. After he finished eating, he lay down to sleep. Right as he was drifting off he realized he completely forgot about the bomb Tavaazo had planted. He rushed across the street again. The bomb was still intact. Mohammad was considering whether he should risk trying to defuse it or use it for another purpose. There was also the option of leaving everything there. It was a small bomb; Mohammad doubted that it would damage his building if it went off in the building he was in now. It was then that he heard a faint beeping sound. It was coming from the bomb. The bomb was going to detonate! Mohammad sprinted out as fast as he could. He escaped the building, but the force of the explosion sent him falling to the ground. As he got up, he saw a brick from the building flying through the air- right at him. He dove out of the way, but it landed on his foot with a sickening crunch. Mohammad winced in pain. He got up and limped back up to his building to nurse his injured foot. He retrieved small pieces of stone and made a splint for himself. Now he would sit and hope no one would find him.
Amir Zare was a traitor. During the bombings, he had a Dragunov sniper rifle with him. It had full ammo with 3 extra clips. However, he had no food. He hadn't eaten for 2 days straight, and he was starting to get very sick.
Zare decided to go to the fire. He figured there were a lot of people there, and maybe he could trade for some food. He wouldn't kill any innocents yet, not when he was so sick. However, as he was nearing the large crowd, he got a massive cramp in his lower abdomen. He felt like he couldn't walk much further. He went into a tall building, thinking there might be any kind of food there, when he saw a man sitting against the wall with a crippled foot. They didn't say anything at first.
"Hi," said Mohammad.
"How are you?" Amir Zare asked.
"Not too good," said Mohammad, gesturing towards his foot. "I got hurt pretty bad in an explosion."
"Was that what caused the fire?" asked Amir.
"No, it was-no."
"Then what was it?"
"No idea," Mohammad lied.
"Look, I really need some food. Really badly. I haven't eaten for two days, and you seem to have a lot. Do you want to trade some food for one of my guns? I have a Dragunov and a AK-47, both with extra clips."
"I'll trade 4 cans of fruit and 2 cans of beans for the Dragunov," requested Mohammad.
"Deal." They exchanged their things, and then sat in an awkward silence while Amir ate.
"Well, I guess I'll be going now," said Amir.
"Bye. Nice talking with you." Mohammad said.
As Zare walked away, he wondered why he didn't kill Mohammad. Was he feeling pity? If so, it was something he never felt in his life.
