A Sirine

The gunshots continued, echoing, breaking through the silence of the night that had previously been almost soundless. People took shelter behind their house windows, caught between fear and curiosity.

When I looked back, Jack was taking cover behind the car with Harry. Both looked breathless, their faces covered in sweat and dust. Jack glanced at me, his eyes conveying the same anxiety I felt.

“Hanna, run to that car.” David nodded toward Jack’s red car with his chin.

“What if I get shot?”

“I’ll protect you. You just need to run.”

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the trembling in my legs. My heart was pounding hard, as if it could explode at any moment. David moved in front of me, his body slightly bent, his pistol raised toward the building across the street.

“Now!” he shouted.

Without thinking, I dashed forward. Every step felt like cutting through heavy air. The sound of gunfire grew louder, as if accompanying each pounding step I took on the asphalt. In the corner of my eye,