I see him fall to the concrete out of the corner of my eye. It’s like I hear the shots after he falls. Everything starts happening in slow motion. More bullets can still be heard in random bursts. I feel a stinging in my stomach. There is blood pooling around my feet. I see the gunman now. My legs give out. I can’t feel my body. My head is twisted awkwardly on the blood soaked concrete. I hear the echoes of screams as their volume grows and diminishes like waves hitting the shore. I hear sirens in the distance. Someone is standing over me. I try to speak but nothing. Dots in front of my eyes grow larger. Sounds grow dimmer. I can’t hear my breathing. All I hear is a soft buzzing. I see chaotic movements as people run about. The person standing over me drags me into an alley. His mouth is moving but I can’t hear what he’s saying. I'm numb from head to toe. I’m bleeding out…
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