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lands next to me, he jumped better than I did. He helps me up and we run to the other side of the roof. The black-eyeds are not smart enough to jump, so they are falling off the building.
    The distance between the roof we are standing on and the next roof is only ten feet max, we jump it easily, and then we continue from roof to roof. On one of the roofs, black-eyeds pour out from the door that leads to the roof. I shoot whenever a black-eyed gets too close. We jump to the next roof and they follow. The distances between the roofs are now barely noticeable, and we are no longer jumping, just running across.
    We get to a roof and stop. The next roof is about fifty feet higher, and the building is about twenty-five feet away. Black-eyeds are coming hot, and we have about ten seconds to decide on what to do. Paul bends, his hands on his knees, he’s trying to catch his breath.
    “It’s a dead end.” I say.
    “No, it’s not. You’re going to watch and do exactly what I’m about to do.”
    He aims his gun at one of the windows on the next building and shoots twice. The bullets shatter the glass of the window. He shoves his gun into his waistband, takes two steps back and runs. He reaches the edge and he jumps. He goes down to the next building and falls in through the window he shot. He gets up and beckons me to come over. I shove my gun under my waistband, take five steps back, take a deep breath and run. When I reach the edge, I throw myself with all the strength I can summon. I begin to fall, screaming. As I get closer to the window, I realize I’m going to miss the window, but I can still grab the windowsill. I hold out my hands, ready to grab. My hands touch and slip off the sill. I begin to fall, but a hand grabs me on the arm. I look up, and Paul smiles down at me, his face turning red from struggling to hold my weight. He pulls me up the window and I collapse on him. He puts his hands around me tightly, he’s hugging me, but I’m too shocked to hug him back.
    I get up, my hands and legs shivering. Pieces of the broken window glass are in my palms. He pulls them out for me, and it hardly hurt because I can barely feel my hands.
    “We have to move now,” he says.
    We find the elevator and ride to the ground floor. The elevator door opens and suddenly, a loud bang fills my head. My shoulder stings, and then intense pain rushes in and then I don’t feel my left arm anymore.
    I notice a change in my angle and then something hits the side of my head. I blink and when I open my eyes, the floor appears right beside my face. What’s happening to me? I think, trying to voice it out, but my lips are numb. My head and half of my body are in great pain, and my left arm feels dead cold. I look down to the arm and see thick red liquid streaming out of it, just above the elbow. It is blood, my blood. I hear two gunshots, and then the floor vibrates slightly as if something heavy lands on it. I manage to move my head and see a woman on the floor, bleeding, and it all makes sense. She shot me, and now she’s dying, or dead. Paul shot her.
    “Help her!” I scream.
    Paul kneels beside me and carefully attends to my wounded arm. He presses his thumb into the bullet hole, and I feel his thumb touch the bullet, and he removes his finger. He takes the hem of his shirt and rips a part of it. He ties the piece of cloth around the wound and helps me to my feet.
    “Help her,” I say.
    “She’s dead,” he replies.
    We hurry out of the building before black-eyeds find the source of the noises the guns made. We find a working car and find our way to a black-eyed-less road. I keep seeing that woman in her own blood and I keep trying to make the picture go away. I know he shot her not because he wanted to, but because he had to.
    It’s not long before the Washington Monument appears ahead, but still a little far away. The closer we get to the building the more it appears less a building and more of a space rocket, and it is many