Hi. How've yall been? Remember to comment. Sorry this ones going to be like, insanely short. I have been super stressed and I'm kind of just writing this as a little release from it all.
Screaming. Two male voices. African in decent. Where was he? Who was he?
He didnt know. Everything was just, blurry. Lincoln. Thats right
Thats his name. Lincoln. He had been shot. He was dead. No, thats not right. If he was dead, how could be thinking right now?
More screaming. Coming from his sister this time. It was angry. Loud. Way too loud for just a normal person to produce. "This is hell" he thought. It felt like sleep paralysis. A few more bullets fired. Then silence. He felt his head get picked up slightly. "This is bad" He thought. Everything was slowly coming back to him. Every experience, every thought, every image. Every feeling. "Wait, this is really bad!". Snapping out of his little daze, he was fully conscious. Although, he still couldnt see. Noises were blurry too. He needed to move. To protect the girls. He tried to jerk up, but only moved his hand in the process. A small scream. A womans. Lucy?
The world was slowly fading back. It was insanely blurry. Another jerk, more movement. Legs. The world is coming more quickly now. "One more push" he thought. He jerked one last time. He breathed, and the lights came back on. He was being held by Colt. Specks of dried blood caked her shirt. He was breathing heavily as she smiled. Another face. Lucy. She was bloody, really, really bloody. She was smiling, with a bullet hole in her cheek, and an intestine on her shoulder. It wasnt hers though.
"So, what happened? Lincoln asked, as both girls screamed and toppled on top of him.