Chapter 3: dark Alley
Years later
ENZO’S POV
I just finished my shift in the hospital where I work, it’s almost twelve AM, the walk to the bus stop is ten minutes, I stood outside the cold streets, waved my colleagues bye arrange the sling of my bag on my shoulder before starting my journey to the bus stop, I hate when my shift ends at night because the walk to the bus stop is always lonely.
Just a few minutes of walking I heard a painful groan coming from a dark alley, an alley I detest because it’s creepy. I looked at the road ahead of me and the dark alley, the voice in my head told me to ignore it, it could be a trap but my legs had other plans. I found myself in the dark alley, tracing the sound of the person who is supposedly hurt.
Lying on the dusty ground was a man, he was holding his leg, he seemed to be in too much pain. I ran to him and it was hard to see his face because the alley was dark so I paid attention to the place he was clutching tightly, his bleeding leg.
"What happened?" I asked him,
"I was shot." He mumbled, pain coating his words.
"I need to call 911," I pulled my hand from his leg and reached for my bag but he stopped my hand with his.
"Please. Don’t. Help. Me." Each word was accompanied by a harsh intake of air.