Wren

One moment I’m dancing and laughing with Lizzy. The next moment rapid gun fires sound.

I’m frozen to the spot, watching the ladies scream and run while the men fire back, pushing some ladies into hiding.

It’s like an out of body experience. Seeing, yet unseeing.

“Wren, what the fuck are you doing? Run!” Lizzy’s voice snaps me out of it. She tugs at my arm, running with me.

My heart hammers in my chest, and blood roars in my ears, drowning the chatters.

Someone drops to ...