Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4 - 7 2018 | Page 294

“Yes! Of course! Look, we need to do something. Those boys are going to kill those old people if we
don’t do something. Now help me out!”
Jay looked at the boys to assess the situation. “We’re gonna have to fight those boys. If we do, that old
lady might give us something in return for helping her.”
“That sounds pretty selfish, but I’m not arguing since we need a place to stay. So… I should shoot them?
Sasha pulled out her pistol, ready to shoot.
“Can you even shoot?” Jay asked in doubt.
“Where do you think I got this gun from? I took it from a shooting club that I belonged to before the
world went to hell.”
Jay raised his eyebrows. “Oh, okay then, shoot them in the shoulder so they can’t move their arm,”
BANG BANG BANG!
The old lady ducked down and put her hands over her head, trembling at the sound of gunfire.
“ARRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!” The group of boys fell down and screamed in agony as blood
sprayed out from their shoulder.
“Let’s get the hell out of here!!!” The leader cried out. The harassers left the old lady and her
unconscious husband alone and retreated to the abandoned town.
“Nice shot Sasha.” Jay gave a thumbs up. No reply. He turned his head to Sasha.
She was a statue, pointing the gun out and shaking. “That… That was the first time I’ve ever had to
shoot someone.” she averted her eyes from Jay’s gaze.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you to shoot them.”