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