As I ran down the road, I noticed that one of the doors had a big crack that ran down the center of it. The wood that it was made from looked weak and frail. I lunged toward the wooden frame and crashed completely through it.

I found myself on the floor, unable to move for a moment. The door was somewhat sturdier than I had originally thought. I remained there frozen in pain until a bullet sped past my ear.

I rolled from out of the doorway and found safety beneath a window. Taking the butt of my rifle, I smashed the glass out to leave an opening for the barrel of my gun. Looking over at my son, Mike appeared to be unharmed. He was taking cover behind a stack of barrels. Michael was safe for the moment, since the two guards were firing at me.

Then I noticed something, only one of the guards was out in the open firing. Where was the other man? He was no where in sight. I thought to myself that possibly he was killed by one of my blind shots. I learned quickly that wasn’t the case, as I heard footsteps coming up behind me.

Hearing a click, I looked over my shoulder to find the other guard standing there. I realized that the clicking sound was from him trying to fire his gun, but he was out of bullets! The man did not know that he no shots left, when he tried to shoot me!

Whipping the barrel of my rifle toward him, I pulled the trigger. He did not say a word as he drooped to his knees, gasping for a breath. The man looked down and watched the blood flow out of his bullet wounds to form a large puddle in front of him. He then looked back at me with a sense of utter sorrow and fear. The man knew he was going to die and there was nothing he could do about it.

Realizing that he could go on a while, I finished him off with one last shot to the head.

I knew that other guards had to be on their way, and we needed to act fast. Now there was only one of them, and if the dead guy ran out of ammo, it was a highly likely that the other one would do the same.

I got to my feet and ran out the doorway. Once outside I opened fire at the younger of the two men (he looked to be around Michael’s age). I could see the fear in his face as he glared back at me. But that did not sway me at all; they had tried to kill us first. They tried to hurt my son, so therefore they both deserved to die!