Ema spun around like a drunk lad. Her head being bombarded with the erased files her rusty SD-Card forgot.
The shooting, The man, he had to be here to finish the job.
Ema landed on the dining, crashing the cheap vase that adorned the plain table.
It caught the attention of her parents. They rushed in to see their daughter unconscious.
"Ema! Are you alright?" Her mother laid a palm over her head, yet no reply.
The men at the door knocked again, this time, the edges almost rooted out, if they continued this way, the house might even collapse.
"Open this door!" The men outside commanded.
Mr. Contreras rushed to see who was there and praise God, he checked the hole in the door to see who it was.
Isn't that the man from the mall?
The moon seemed to be the evil men's nemesis and Mr. Co
