Loud shrieks coupled with a lot of falling. Screaming and running like chickens for the slaughter. This was the situation as I lay down on the ground to feign death, in order that my life be saved.
The previous day, as many other days, started with quite a low undertone. I did the usual in the morning, whilst I prepared for work. I kissed my girlfriend on her forehead as I went out.
Suddenly, I heard a loud whoosh and the very earth upon which I stood shook and I fell down. I tried standing up, getting my balance, when the second one hit and I hit my face on a nearby pole. May be the universe planned it, but I passed out immediately.
Afterwards, I woke up to see Sandra beside me and her lifeless little eyes welcomed me. I tried shaking her to get up and run for her life, all to no avail.
I'm not a bad boyfriend, but after you try doing that for 5 minutes and nothing happens, you do the needful and run away.
I ran to the next street and I see broken houses, burnt cars, blood running down the road and dead bodies leaving some aesthetic value to the ground.
I couldn't believe my eyes, until I saw the silhouette of a few people and I ran towards them with all that I could muster. My feet stopped when I saw that these men wore uniforms and carried guns. When I realised what was happening, I quickly jumped behind a fallen tree because I'm sure they heard my footsteps and I feigned dead.
When I felt I could stand up, I started scouting for refuges, which was around the time I saw a stream; a bloodied stream with the reflection of a blood red sky.
