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The shots ricocheted down the street, screams of civilians filled the air, she ran as fast as she could to get away from the unfolding chaos.

Then she couldn't run anymore. Something exploded behind her, shaking the ground, sending her and rumble flying. Glass shattering in the windows of the shop fronts.

People were crying, injured, scared but all she could focus on was the searing heat of the fire burning the street behind her; the sound of the horses hooves; gunfire in rely to shouts from the opposition; sirens getting closer; the pain encompassing her entirity. 

She huddles behind an empty car, trying to calm down - think of a way out. She stares down at her feet. Her shopping bag covered in dirt and blood.

I only left to get milk and eggs.

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Lily Larkin
May 7 2020

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