Holy Night
05 21, 2009 | Posted in Stories
0 Comments The celebration of Holy Night had begun.
Tom Balter took a deep gasp. He could smell the blood pouring out from his left thigh and right shoulder: the thick, blackish red fluid dried and then stuck on his clothes. He pursed his lips while holding the assault rifle tighter. Despite the fact that he wore a pair of black cowhide gloves, his left palm could feel the cold metal as he started to cough again. His back bent and his whole body shook. Warm blood ran across his skin, and Tom knew there had been two bullets that had penetrated his flesh—he was only able get one out, by ripping open his left thigh.
Tom Balter took a deep gasp. He could smell the blood pouring out from his left thigh and right shoulder: the thick, blackish red fluid dried and then stuck on his clothes. He pursed his lips while holding the assault rifle tighter. Despite the fact that he wore a pair of black cowhide gloves, his left palm could feel the cold metal as he started to cough again. His back bent and his whole body shook. Warm blood ran across his skin, and Tom knew there had been two bullets that had penetrated his flesh—he was only able get one out, by ripping open his left thigh.
