101. Injured

Her body went limp, and luckily, the bullet hadn't exited her head and struck my arm, with which I held her head.

I put my arm down and fired a few more bullets inside her head before throwing her off.

I flipped the coin and saw that the woman on it did not change; the danger should be over.

Taking deep, labored breaths, I pulled my sweater up and pressed the fabric against my bleeding neck.

Damn it!

DAMN IT!

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!

I hated myself for such a rookie mistake like hesitating while taking down an opponent, but I really have to be granted forgiveness.

Killing a child was already something really difficult to do for a normal human being, but killing a child while looking into their eyes, AND recognizing them, was even more difficult.