On The Sidewalk Bleeding Summary Novels & Stories

Chapter 46: The Waiting The sun rose on the second day. I didn't remember the first night passing. Didn't remember darkness becoming light. I just knew I was still here. Still on my knees. Still staring at the water. "Ma'am." Another officer. How many had tried now? "You need medical attention. You're bleeding—" Was I? I looked down. My knees were raw. Skin torn open from kneeling on concrete. The blood had dried black. I didn't feel it.

“You have a nosebleed.” My finger swiped under my nose. For a moment, my heart stopped beating—I was bleeding. “How did this happen?”

Eric had made a mess of the guy’s face. “What the f**k?” Sed eased Trey down to the sidewalk, dropped to his knees, and put his ear to Trey’s chest. “His heart’s still beating. He’s breathing.” “Well, duh. You didn’t think he was dead, did you? He isn’t even bleeding.” Brian staggered his way back up the sidewalk to join them. He massaged the knuckles of his right hand, his dark brows drawn together in an angry scowl. “Damn it, Eric, why do you always have to start shit?”

Bleeding and unconscious. A movement caught my attention, and the third subject came out of hiding, heading for the door at full speed. I no longer had any bullets to shoot, so I couldn't do anything else. After all the commotion, I took out my mobile, and activate my alarm. My people would be here any minute. Then I turned to see my leg which was bleeding a lot. I was in a lot of pain, apparently, it had done some damage to my muscle. Behind me, I heard Claudia scream and heard her heels approaching fast. "Erik, Oh! God, what happened? You're bleeding, I have to call an ambulance. Hold one, Erik, you will be fine.” She took her mobile out of the bag, but I snatched it from her before she c

She notices the blood seeping through his shirt. Noah groans as he falls to the ground; the fight leaves his body in a swift, agonising collapse. The sound of the commotion around Rachel drowns out her cry, but she is already running to his side, her hands trembling as she works to stem the bleeding.

I think to myself, the bag of gummies that I got from the vending machine drops on the floor. I begin to run into the all the place where the danger is coming from because we're dwarfs ourselves. We get there and the crowd is so much everyone is pushing each other. I get pushed to the ground immediately even before trying to see what needs to be seen. There are some people that are even get stomped on. I get up on my face quite immediately. And we begin we continue to run through the crowd into when the suppose it was is. I can see blood somewhere on the locker and I see Sophie's friend, Winsy, on the floor.

Amy’s P.O.V Stomp Stomp Stomp The hot concrete burned through the soles of my shoes, but I didn't care. I kept my head down, my face hidden under the face cap I was wearing. My canvas bag cut hard into my shoulder as I walked quickly down the crowded sidewalk. My head was still throbbing with a dull, heavy ache from the concussion, and the hot sun striking me didn’t help.. My blood was boiling. I was completely furious, confused, and deeply humiliated.

My guards on the other hand surrounded us so nobody could see what was happening in the middle. I turned the body to see Edwards face pale and loss of life. My whole body, began to shake as I screamed trying to stop the bleeding, “Call 118, someone call 118,” I scream, tears rolling down my eyes, “oh my god, Edward!!”

My target will never miss. I tried to walk but because of my stomach bleeding, I cant. I lay behind the tree. I groan in pain. I search for my phone. Stupid me, I kept that in my room. I am losing blood. If I move then I will lose more blood. Suddenly a light hit my face. I heard a grasp sound. Because of light, I can’t see who that is. Someone rushed to me. I was closing my eyes due to light. “Oh god, you are bleeding a lot” I heard that angelic voice.

I follow her silent direction, squinting into the darkness until my eyes settle on a still figure sprawled across the sidewalk. It’s a man, one of the many I recognize from our trip to the library. He’s another victim to the ruthless carnage that took place in this town. But as I continue to stare at him, I notice the ragged rise and fall of his chest. He’s alive. My pulse quickens, and I take a diffident step forward. The glass seems to shatter the silence, and I swear I hear a whispered plea leaving the man’s lips. My eyes never leave him as I lean back to whisper to Rebecca.