Sherry's POV- CHOICE

In life, we don't always get to choose between right and wrong. 

Life often throws us such a curve ball that makes us face situations where we have to choose between right and right or wrong, and wrong. 

I was literally in a situation like that. 

I had the option to turn around and run away or keep walking towards doom itself.

The girl took me towards what looked like a godown and left me at the gate. 

" Please keep walking straight inside miss. You will reach your destination! "

That place was a visible red flag. It was murky. It was stinking. Though I could not tell the smell. When someone living beside a dump yard says that a place stinks, it should not be taken on a light note. 

I cautiously stepped forward moving the net mesh with my hands. I kept walking and walking till my right foot slid on something. 

It was very dark so I had to strain my eyes. 

A crimson streak on the floor. 

I bent down with trembling hands. I needed to confirm my fear. I needed to know if it indeed was blood that I had stepped on. 

I brought the two fingers that I had touched the floor with, close to my nose. 

It indeed was blood. And now I understood what the rotten smell was all around. Decomposing blood and cell. 

Somebody or something was dragging over the ground while they bled. 

I could have been very much stamping over a murder place. 

" You came! "

His voice came from behind startling me as his hands touched my shoulders. 

I screamed but no sound came out of my mouth. 

I saw him track my gaze as I kept looking at him, the blood streak on the floor and my bloody fingers. 

" Hhhhmmm! Guess you found out about my little secret! "

He pulled me onto him and squeezed me between his arms. Then he brought his lips very close to my ears, 

" It's a sign that I cannot let you go out of here anymore! You are staying here. "

He twisted my arms behind me. It hurt. He pulled me closer as he did so. 

It hurt more. But it felt good. 

At that exact moment, a loud gunshot shook me to my very roots. I clutched his collar and hid my face in his chest. 

He held me with one hand and pulled out a gun with the other. 

Around seven or eight men gathered around him. 

" They are here again! "

One of them said. 

I saw him smack his lips. 

"It's going to be a feast! Little one, stay here! "

He threw me over a chair. I think I saw him and his men pounce forward. Was it on all fours? 

I might have been too shocked to start seeing things. 

Gun shots and other such sounds with sudden intensity brought back weird memories. 

A memory in black and white. 

It sent me into a frenzy and I would often see the younger version of my father, running for his life with a baby. 

I would see men chasing him in the same manner in which he and his men went pouncing. On all fours. Galloping. 

I shook my head and tried looking around the place I was in. 

Several disposable bags were laying around, waiting for dumping. 

There were a few more chairs apart from the one on which I was sitting. 

Some were broken and smashed some intact and standing. 

Then the gunshots went again. 

Realisation stuck. It was coming from the direction of my entrance. 

I had left Sarah there. 

My fear was gone. The monochrome vision of the past faded. 

I stood up and kicked the chair as I ran. 

I heard it land upside down with a thud in the back. 

I shoved everything away as I kept running. 

" Sarah! Sarah! "

I started shouting the moment I reached the clearing. 

The beautiful place looked like it was just devastated by a tsunami. 

" Sarah! "

My eyes turned to catch the sight of Sarah struggling in his grip. His gun pressed against her throat. And he was shoving. 

Bodies were lying here and there. 

All blood. Some had their heads blasted open. Some were bleeding from their hips. But they were all dead and were not moving. 

" Let go of my friend! "

I uttered those words very calmly as I manoeuvred on my toe around those bodies. All the while maintaining eye contact with him. I was afraid I might lose control if I blinked. 

" Your friend? "

I could see him loosen his grip. 

Sarah didn't waste a moment ducking from under him and running straight towards me. I could still see the gun pointing towards me but I ran towards her. Hugged her hard and turned myself towards the point where he was aiming.

I heard his footsteps come towards me. 

Suddenly a hand grabbed my feet. 

" Water... Water... Save me... Save me, please! "

It was one of the 'bodies' that were lying around. 

He was the one who had his guts popping out but apparently, he was still breathing. 

Before I could react-

Phew! Phew! Phew! 

Three bullets were lodged in perfect synchronisation in his head. 

Blood gushed out like a fountain as his eyes rolled up and he fell with a loud thud, face first. 

A few men came running from all around with the same disposable bag that I had seen loaded back at the dark place. 

" Clean the mess up! "

He was wiping his hand on a towel that one of the men was holding. 

The rest got busy, chopping the limbs and storing the humans in those plastics. 

I never got very affected by gore. But I saw Sarah getting sick. I held her tight. She was almost about to start puking. 

I saw him stare at us through the sides of his eye. 

I did not have any intention of angering the beast in front of me. So I grabbed Sarah by the arm and went back inside the dark place.