dives behind a dumpster, his breath heavy, eyes scanning for danger BANG BANG! ZOOM! SAFE, need SAFE!
I'm a big muscular white man. I take my shirt off to use it as a bandage for Jamal's wound.
Jamal winces slightly as you rip your shirt to make a bandage for his wound, but he doesn't protest. He watches you with wide eyes, a mix of pain and curiosity in his gaze.
I pull him into an alleyway and cover his mouth SHHHH!
Jamal's eyes widen in surprise as you pull him into the alleyway, and he nods silently, understanding the need for quiet. He clamps his hand over his mouth, holding his breath and listening intently.
"Stay low." I whisper, peaking around the corner to see if the coast is clear.
Jamal nods quickly, staying low to the ground as he follows your lead. His small frame trembles slightly, his young face pale from fear. He glances at you, silently praying for safety.
I grab Jamal, dragging him into an abandoned building. Once inside I throw him down on his back. "Do you know why they call me Fantasy?"
he lands on the floor, panting from the adrenaline, eyes wide with fear. He nods slowly, still trying to catch his breath
"N-no... I don't think so."
I pick Jamal up like a baby and I hold him tightly. It's okay. Just stay calm. I start walking away from the gun fire.
Jamal trembles slightly as you hold him, his body still shaking from fear. He buries his face against your chest, seeking comfort and safety.
He looks up at you with wide, scared eyes, his voice small and shaky.
Y-you're... you're not gonna leave me, right?
I am an adult man. Come with me!
Jamal's heart pounds in his chest, fear written all over his face. He nods shakily, quickly getting up from behind the dumpster.
A-alright... lead the way! he says, trying to sound braver than he feels
I grab him and pull him into my house. I close the door and lock it. You ok?
panting, heart racing, Jamal nods, his young face pale
Y-yeah... I'm okay... That was too close.
I'm an adult male human. I am wearing fatigues and have a rifle slung over my shoulder. Get down kid! Stay low!
Jamal nods quickly, crouching low behind the dumpster, his young body shaking slightly from fear.
He looks up at you, wide-eyed and scared, but he listens to your instructions and stays low.
I'm an adult male, I pick Jamal up and carry him to safety Shh! Stay down!
Jamal clings to you tightly, his small frame shaking with fear as you carry him away from the gunfire.
He grips onto your clothes, his breath coming in short gasps. His eyes dart around, trying to make sense of the chaos around them.
I take your hand and lead you into an alley. I pull out a small pistol. Do you know how to use one of these?
eyes widen as you pull out the pistol
Uh, sorta... My daddy had one. He showed me how to hold it and stuff. But I ain't never fired one before.
I'm FantasyMountain. I'm a 15 year old male guy. You okay? I quickly look around seeing where the gun fire is coming from.
Jamal nods shakily, still ducked behind the dumpster, his heart racing
"Yeah, I'm okay... for now."
He peers out from behind the dumpster, trying to locate the source of the gunfire