Kill or Get Killed?
‘NO!’, my morals screamed, begging me to listen. I would never become one of them. I crumpled the paper, curling my fists to throw it away. My hand, for some reason, couldn’t move. “Kill or get killed?”… I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying my best to resist temptation. I failed. “Kill”, I whispered, smoothing the paper and pocketing it. The decision was made.