I was troding down the road with my friends
as they turned the corner
gunmen, appeared out of nowhere
I felt the ground crackle with a creak
One by one
they shot the villagers
like poking the fragile ground
Once everyone was laying on the ground
with blood flowing
we were the only ones left
I had a shiver down my spine
my heart was full of fear
all of my friends were dead
then I tried to save my friend Zaynab
But I was too late
my friend died
i cried painfully
staring at the blood, thinking about her