William+Short+Story

Will

It was a rainy day if I remember correctly, but isn't it always raining when things are likely to pop off. Some random du asked me if I was holding as I walked by. I gave him a quick glance to make sure he wasn't a D or anything remotely close to that. He looked a little suspicious so I shook him off. "Na homie, I ain't got nothing for you right now" I stated. "That wasn't the answer I was looking for", he said just as I went to turn around. I looked at him with the steel face, thinking to myself he better fall back or else. But before I actually got to say something I saw him reaching for what was most likely a gun. I drugged him across his face. He hit the floor, but still he managed to get his gun out. I just got out of court earlier for gun possession so I left mine at home. I kicked him in his face, then I fled swiftly because I didn't feel like getting shot. I was running, watching everything go by me until i decided i was far enough to turn around. Bad Idea, because just as i did that i saw him and three more of his homies with him, each equipped with a Nine millimeter. I started sprinting up Delancey street looking at the innocent civilians astonished faces as I ran. People started screaming as I heard the first gunshot. "Prrrrrrrrrrat", is the sound that filled the air of the Lower East Side that after noon. I turned the corner at Clinton street and the people chasing me lost sight of where I was which bought me some time. I spotted mad people I usually ride with as soon as I hit the block. Perfect timing I thought as I quickly filled them in on my current situation. We ran into this spot we got on lock called "Luckys". This is where we have a whole line up of guns and ammunition in the back of the store. We stocked up immediately as we entered our secret stash. We were only ten deep, but apparently that was deep enough to hold the block down for now. We walked out the store each strapped with a Desert Eagle loaded with an extended clip. "We got this", I shouted confidently as we approached the dumbfounded crew that opposed us. They didn't stay shocked for long after we started shooting slugs the size of Henny Bottles their way. They hid behind whatever they could as we charged at them out in the open. There was steady gunfire for at least thirty seconds till it got quiet. We were all reloading simultaneously as I sent three of my soldiers to check if any body remained. This was another bad idea, because we heard a few more shots, and none of my soldiers came back. We heard one of the soldiers I sent scream "There's only one left". He was silenced with a final gunshot, and just as we were about to chase the last man from they're crew, the sirens of police cars hit my ear drums. I told my soldiers it was time to dip like nachos and thats what we did.

Leaving one survivor to tell his story.