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I slowly walked up the stairs to the roof, where I had met Alexa this morning. My steps were soft and light, gun held tightly in my grasp, waiting for me to shoot. I put my finger on the trigger as I reached the top, the door cracked in the slightest. I pushed it open with the tip of the gun as I peered outside. There were three men up here, all crouched, guns pointed at the ground below.

I slowly slipped on the roof, hiding behind one of the beach chairs. I put my back to one, letting a breath go before looking over its corner. Adjusting my stance, I pointed the gun at one of the three that was closest to me and let the bullet go. The others turned to him as the body flopped to the side and I jumped up, shooting a guy in the chest and the last one in the knee.