11990 Spring
I was sitting in the passenger’s seat of the car, which was parked along the side of the road. We had just pulled up to the curb and the driver had already run around the front of the car, through the beams of the headlights. We were on the side of a hill in the small city. The center of the city was down the hill, to the left. The night felt cold. The professor had left the car and run up the short grassy hill to the large brick building, which seemed to be a hospital or a school. He would be right back. We were just stopping to pick something up. I heard the popping noise from down the street. Everything around me suddenly seemed darker, and i realized that the sound was gunfire. I knew that something bad had happened, and i started to feel unsafe in the car. I wished that the professor would hurry up and get back to the car. I was afraid that the man with the gun would come out of the house on the left side of the street. I could not let him spot me in the car because i knew that he would shoot me as a witness. I became very worried and knew that he would shoot me. I thought about driving the car down the street before he could get out of the house, but decided that he would be more likely to shoot at a moving car because he would know that someone was in it. I did not know what to do, so i tried to hide under the dash of the car. I saw the man come running out of the house, where he had killed many people. I was frightened. The car was still running, and the headlights were on. The man shot through the windshield of the car. I just stayed quiet, hoping that he did not notice me. If he did not know that i was here, then he might not try to shoot me directly. The man fired into the car, and i felt one of the bullets hit me. The man had seen me in the car. I tried to play dead, hoping that he would not shout at me again. I was afraid that he would come up to the side of the car and shoot me at close range. I tried to remain motionless, hoping that he did not shoot any more. I then realized that i was actually dead. I was scared. I had been shot in the head, and i was already dead.
I stood at the edge of the large room. The room was full of cots. It seemed that there had been some kind of special function, and all of the brothers were in the room. I was to sleep in a cot with one of them. The others were sharing cots with each other. $A98 was in the cot with me. I felt slightly uncomfortable, but he hugged me. I though that this seemed sexual, and i was not sure that i wanted to sleep with him, but it felt very comfortable to be with him. I tried to figure out why i was here. Something about this did not seem right.