“Teach me”, she said as she crawled out of nowhere, “to defend myself like you did – just in case the rest of them come back”.
Paul took pity on the young girl, looking up at him with desperation and fear.
“It’s easy –look- load, align, aim and fire – try it”
“That was my father you killed”, the girl said in a voice too cruel for her age as she pointed the gun at her teacher’s head.
It had been a lesson well learned.
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