Wind whistling through my ears, flaming hot sun shining on my blood-covered revolver, I couldn’t bare to hold the cursed object ever again. The deed of the gun was bad but the overall outlook was, “I had to save the innocent.” 

I walked down the river bed, but looking below I couldn’t believe it. I have never seen the river bed so dry!

“Where will I put the bodies?” I muttered. “Is turning myself in the only option?” 

Then I realized people in the forest were trying to dam the river. 

Maybe the revolver could come in handy… after all? 

Ryia – Year 8