A bullet passed by near me. I ducked instinctively and hid behind the garbage container. I didn't see who the shooter was and I didn't know if I was the target. My heart's mad pounding was accompanied with rapid, shallow breath. I crouched in my hiding place frozen in terror. My mind kept racing but there was not a single coherent thought to which I could grab to calm myself down. No more shots followed. It was very quiet, even birds had stopped singing in anticipation of something horrible. I didn't dare to leave my hiding place, so I just inhaled the horrid smell and listened to my own heart echoing in my ears. I still couldn't believe that my wonderful 4am walk, had turned into this mess.
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