Guilt coarsed through my veins like a knife through skin. Time slowed down for the next few days and my brain kept repeating the same thing; walk into room, see man, kill man and again. My stomach was unsettled and i didnt eat at all that day. The sun rose and then set and still my guilt continued.
"Warren?" Asked Kayleigh, as she knocked on the broken door. "Are you alright?"
"I killed him. I killed that Russian. It felt great at first, I was euphoric. Now the image of his head, bashed to a thousand small pieces wont get out of my goddamned head. Help me please." I said. I handed her my pistol and she set it down on the table.
"I'm not going to kill you, Warren, you have a child on the way." Responded Kayleigh as she sat next to me and stroked my hair. "I'm sure, he was better off dead, he was already half gone when he came in here, wasnt he?"
"Yeah, but you don't get it." I said, getting slightly frustrated. "A doctor wouldnt have a dying patient come in and then beat his face in with the bloody Hippocratic oath would they?"
"Warren this is different." Said Kayleigh, also getting frustrated. "You cannot bring up a child into this world, into a base underneath a broken down shopping centre. We will all kill someone at least once in our lives now, and youre not the first to kill an innocent ma-"
"He wasnt innocent." I said, cutting her off. "He knew where the bases were. I stood up and looked in the mirror, and saw a scratch mark along my face, from the struggle of dragging him into the room. I looked over at the broken door, broken by none other than me. I looked at Kayleigh, knocked up, by me. "I should just leave."
"And leave me to be a single mother in a world where you dont know who is going to try and rip your throat out for singing a song. Yeah, that be a great idea..."
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Kirkby In A Nutshell: A Rewritten And Improved Edition.
ActionA group of eight teenagers fight their way through a war to leave. Upon returning to their own towns, they see that things are not as they seem to be...
