╔════════════════════════ ═══════════════════ ═══════════════════╗ ║ House 16a. ║ ╙─────────────────────────────── ───────────────────────────────╜ (C) SANDMAN CHAPTER 16: RESCUE For the next five minutes I crawled out from under the log and at no cost With incredible effort I succeeded. I didn't know what happened to my leg but I couldn’t move her. As much as possible, I crawled away from this terrible place. I I crawled for a long time until my hand rested on some rusty metal ical rod. Leaning on it to move forward, I noticed that he was moving. Pulling it again, I noticed how a small hole opened in the floor. I understood perfectly well that now was not the most suitable time to explore, especially since I didn't have a flashlight. Suddenly I heard some footsteps coming from afar. There A ray of light flashed, and I realized that someone was coming here. When th- the hunter appeared around the bend, I recognized Vasily. My surprise it was so big that I couldn't say anything. But joy was much larger. He shined a flashlight in my face, assessing- he looked at me and said: “Yes, youbro, it doesn’t matter what you look like Damn!" A smile appeared on my exhausted face. "If you think that I'm just a neighbor's alcoholic, then you're very wrong, but that means I played mine well role," he said. My surprise reached its extreme limit. "Okay, we'll chat later, but for now we need to get out of here," he said. "Listen, there's something here," I said, pointing. to a hole in the floor. “Okay, we’ll see later, but for now let’s get out of here.” He came over to me and leaned down to help me get up. At that same second, there was a rustling sound from behind and I saw something movement. I remembered that I left the gun near the corpse, as I thought. But he was alive. A shot rang out and Vasily, as if knocked down, ny, fell on me. His lantern fell out of his hands and turned around. the shooter's ron. I saw an animal grimace of pain and anger on his face. Alexander's wife, who was covered in blood. His pistol glittered in hands. All my horror was eclipsed by the hatred that rushed to my throat. I was told It seemed that a person capable of killing another because of some money These people cannot be counted among the human race at all. I didn't understand why I couldn't figure it out right away. I wanted for a multi-ton slab to fall on him from above, a car would run over mobile or something else would have happened, but,undoubtedly fa- tal. But so far these were only dreams. I was even surprised myself, Why do I have so much hatred? I feel this way to such an extent I've never experienced it before. All these thoughts flew through my head in a split second. I I realized that something had to be done. The lying lantern still illuminated my opponent brightly. I I realized that this is the only thing I can do now use it somehow. I grabbed the lantern and immediately hit it land. He switched off. Although even in the dark the enemy could great to see, but until his eyes get used to the darkness, some time may have passed. And I really needed it. I held the flashlight tightly in my hand. Perfectly remembering the location In the face of the enemy, I threw the lantern at him with all my strength. I heard a hard, muffled blow and realized that the object had reached its target. After that I jumped towards the enemy. I found myself at a distance of several centimeters from Alexander ditch I managed to notice that he had let go of the pistol, but where there was a weapon now, I didn't see it. I grabbed Alexander by the throat with both hands and began to choke him. He instinctively tried to release my grip. When I realized that he it succeeds, then I let him go and with my freed right hand I ril him inhead. The enemy flew back. I'm right on it jumped and grabbed the throat again. Suddenly I noticed on the left a some shiny thing that I recognized as a pistol. I'm off again He let him go and grabbed the weapon. I pointed the gun right at his face. tso. Alexander realized that his fate was sealed. He's lifeless looked into my eyes. His gaze expressed absolutely nothing. I I felt some kind of pity for this man. I understood that he is at the lowest stage of development. Killing him was the same as kill a cockroach. But I didn’t feel pity for the cockroaches. And I'm swimming but pulled the trigger... To be continued...
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